Living in the middle of the city I only get to witness the hypersexualized insects, no bats to make them Baptist or some other restrictive practice. I must be some kind of flower because they never leave me bee. I am watching the leaves tremble too but not with any expectation of the moon which remains obscura for most of the night, she may part her trees as I would like but then my visions are different and rarely quiet.
Dang Sarah you're back in the groove. Nice writing with very sound imagery for the imagination of one living most likely on a distant planet.
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Some great lines here. "Feckless heathens of august." Great!
Thank you kindly, Charles! :)
Living in the middle of the city I only get to witness the hypersexualized insects, no bats to make them Baptist or some other restrictive practice. I must be some kind of flower because they never leave me bee. I am watching the leaves tremble too but not with any expectation of the moon which remains obscura for most of the night, she may part her trees as I would like but then my visions are different and rarely quiet.
Dang Sarah you're back in the groove. Nice writing with very sound imagery for the imagination of one living most likely on a distant planet.
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Thanks, Mark!
In all honesty, the insects sound as they ever did, but my brain decided they should be growing wan and sluggish, so thus they were, voila.
That moon really was something else, though.
Feckless heathens of august." Great!
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