The ruddy face of a blood moon. Her low face peeking out from behind pregnant black clouds. Edges of gray breath in the brisk California evening. Lungs scrubbed softly into compliance. Daydreaming at night with the creak of rusted trains as a soundtrack. An empty lake with abandoned lifeguard towers. Eerie dark brown line-tracks in the sand. Counting in half-fogged stars the eyes of those who have evaporated. No residue left but memories.
2:56 p.m. - 2019-12-18
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