December moon had reached its height, everything was bleached of hue, lending fields a spectral light tinged with frosty blue. Everything was bleached of hue except for silent shadows tinged with frosty blue like moths gathering at windows. Except for silent shadows, all of nature shivered like moths gathering at windows, and icicles on branches […]
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The End of the Year
winter’s sly spirit glistens white on ribs and bones December’s demise Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1327 A Perfect Life …? Chèvrefeuille says that today’s episode is a bit strange, because it’s about the question: ‘Do I Have a Perfect Life?’ and the quote has been taken from a Paulo Coelho […]
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