Tall Tales

Weeds.

Eucalyptus manes sway to an inaudible song below. Beautiful green fingers reach to trace the aquatic sprites floating past, Each lonely strand finding solace caressing their sisters’ arms. A lit by the angels sigh in the sky, A mass, 1000 intertwined hands, Seen from above by passersby. Disappearing, Vanished, Vaporized. They shy away from the […]

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