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Roseblood

I could feel the music of a slow future dying inside me. And the past very much alive, like shimmering beatific flowers, like luscious night-thistles. The past is a changeable feast. Except it is a feast that eats and eats … Continue reading

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Wither

From morning to noon, the roses gathered to grieve the loss of their bloom.   (Photo by David John Lotto)

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