September 04, 2024, 10:01 PM
The firefly migrates into the valley, followed by the prairie wolf. She is beyond destination or definite cause, putting the eastern willows behind her.
In her company, trailed the moth and a nagging notion that perhaps wandering was fruitless. She moved through the tall grass at a explorative pace. The autumn sunfall casting the hills in a hue of redness.
Maybe we’ve all got a little crazy. I guess if everybody went crazy together nobody would notice, what do you think? - Cities of the Plain, Cormac McCarthy
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I - rising sun valley - by Sierra - September 04, 2024, 10:01 PM