Fog blows in, a gasp of winter from the coast, muffles the shame of trees scantily clothed in withered leaves. Footsteps ring hollow on the path, insipid shadows teeter into view and disappear into the periphery, stirred into the murky brew. Sodium yellow glows from the village store, disperses into shades of nicotine filter-tipped with […]
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