I did not see the moon but I felt it. I was overtaken by a strange lethargy, even in daylight. I slept over nine hours, perhaps more, yet awoke exhausted by a succession of interrelating dreams. I came upon a small clearing in the center of a wooded area surrounding a low-income housing project. A large porcelain bowl sat atop a pale green pedestal hold…
The Melting 30
The red deer
Nov 09, 2021
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