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By Vivi Sojorhn There is no horizon. That’s the thing. And, how do I know, if I keep going, I won’t drive over the edge of something, a cliff, the edge of my world, into darkness or pure light. The point is I do not know what I will do next. I am tired Read more
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LANDAYS FOR AUGUST Being half-blind does not help a Cloud Surveyor, as the moisture turns loud. Wipers squeaking as they must and all. I’ve an eye for the ice diamonds ball. My puffy coat of steam keeps me warm While I slog for the Cloud Queen’s ol’ Carn. Trouble is growing in our Sky, The Read more
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