long shadow

by underswansea

dsc_8303rSnow Bunting.

The unknown Gods are gone, tired of being chastised for their jug of wine. They’ve headed for the pass, into the dark spruce, where they can’t be seen and barely heard, and who can blame them. They are just trying to stay alive in a world that runs them down, while walking home, on the side of the road.

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