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On the Eve of the Dust Storm

The last of the evening birdsongs were overwhelmed by the static of insects. The noise echoed in the narrow crucible between the mountains, a place that should have been a haven but, as it was, served only to collect layers of dust from the nearby peaks. However, as with all ungodly places, we will always find an inhabitant.

We Walked Upside-Down

we scoured the sky left white billowing scratches at day when the sun poured through we slipped in blue puddles and surfed the wind at night the air cleared and the stars whispered beneath our feet,