Elders First

slapdashmonuments
Author: slapdashmonuments

Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?

Hours later, the space was enough for it to climb past me into the dusk.

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Smoothing away soil, I caressed it; the eye followed me, studied me, compelled me faster.

Awareness
Author: slapdashmonuments

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