That night the light was slow A faint glimmer before a brighter burn. The singed green shade twisting in the faint breeze mouthed through half open windows. I’d got up, too hot to sleep, too tired really, for those ends of things that tangle a mind’s late thoughts when a moth traced the vagueness at …
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