the loss of light has a way of disorienting even the most committed of causes. it’s not an evil thing, the darkness. she can’t be helped. but in between the tar soaked sky and the neon ribbed birches, sometimes you end up wondering when you were abducted and how on earth you were beamed onto this shard of tundra.

December 2019

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