Daily Archives: Mar 18, 2014

Ides of March

Sun, red like burning copper rises behind the black sword-leaf eucalyptus. All too soon he is white up above a pink haze. Piercing a veil of sleepy consciousness he paints a huge warm stripe across the table and covers me. … Continue reading

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