| Just on the edge of an epiphany...the dull morning light...autumn chill...frosted pumpkins in the lower world...spirits forcing their way through the jagged lichen filled crevices in the rock bed...a nervous yawn... | |
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| Just on the edge of an epiphany...the dull morning light...autumn chill...frosted pumpkins in the lower world...spirits forcing their way through the jagged lichen filled crevices in the rock bed...a nervous yawn... | |
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