The Dunes South of Town

Hoar frost paints the fields, dappling a hazy whiteness over winter’s brown expanse.  Waves of snow ripple to the horizon, if not stopped dead by broken hills.  Some creature crawling over the horizon. . . In time it resolves into a figure coming towards me in long robes.  I could change direction, but the gravitation […]

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