The wind had left us. The Earth, halted in its celestial arc, sighs, knowing that memory will be trapped in the hollowness of this new absence.It once walked with us, this gentle wind; through sprawling history and as far as time can unwind upon itself, the wind has played parts in both mundane and monolithic. … Continue reading The Absent Wind
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Morning’s dust
‘You ever notice how Martin uses a lot of chimney sweep slang?’ The pasteled hue of a morning sky streaked across the horizon.Baulking in fright against sunrise, the wind decided to remain still with pale hope that no one noticed, it was a stillness that almost echoed.In a shack of curled wood and stolen nails, … Continue reading Morning’s dust
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