…the sun in a set line…casting evergreen shadows…upon a scorched earth…a paced cooling meters within…secreting the scent of water…water in silt in minerals in worm holes and cicada dens…chlorophyll clover and calcium…it ran the length of me…leaving me in shivers…and when it settled in the chaos of my senses…I had a new define for the nineteenth hour…
E.A. O'Connell
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