Leaves murmur in the woody copse. Twilight is more alive than sombre day and we fly outside time. Together we haunt waxing shadows; heart-stirring hoots bind us to sorrow; unearthly hiss and sigh, blinking discs of eyes and graceful drifting over tangled grass – a fleeting meeting and then they’ve passed. Kim M. Russell, 2017 […]
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