We may crackle and peelas death creeps upon us, stillthe shell of our existence remainsan echo traveling the corridorsof space and time.
Cattails are dreaming
of holding hands with the sun
as wind chills their necks
come visit me at my other blog.
The Water Witch’s Daughter
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