Wednesday, July 15, 2020
A Hole in the Gloom
The day's march ends after night has fallen, upon the banks of the stream, the valley all around, the stars a mirror of the tumbling water. You're laying on your belly, quenching that nagging thirst when a light emerges from the tree line. It sears a hole in the gloom, driving the dark into the shadows, where it weaves a macabre dance.
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