Monday, August 29, 2016

Letter From Circadia

My letter will arrive in six hours. It will tell of the edge of the forest. I will be there with my hands, washing them, how the dawn leaves without me, but I will run to catch up, just like in the middle if this dream, time will stand still. I have already been cutting the lavender, it is used a lot in these situations.

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