November night, November need, the bleed of light our planet’s blue and feckless flight from sun, and the meaning we ascribe for optimism’s sake.
Tag: Writing
Late Year Chthonic
Chronic white noise grows until the final rose yields to palate pure
Climate Change
Content, context, and text setting are all freshly changed up enough from last week’s blog to create a different experience. The photo is mine too so no infringement of anyone’s copyright occurs.
That Moment of Lucid Dream
Aware within sleep … aware of the wrangle jangle jar of alarm …
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