Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Frozen Hair

Two dead leaves commenced a tiny dance in the shadows of their branches, a life after death, waltzing with frozen hair and beetles all skittering along the concrete with the swirling winter wind, sounding the defiance of their demises with brittle clicks and clacks against the ground like little morse codes from beyond the grave. ".. / . -..- .. ... - . -.. .-.-.- / -.. --- -. .----. - / ..-. --- .-. --. . - / -- . .-.-.-"
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