RUTH ESTEVEZ
Writing and living
Friday, 30 December 2011
Bright warm red dissipates in steaming still water like clouds in a distant breezy sky. Nothing else matters.
Bones softening, merging into matter that doesn't matter. Nothing matters but the sight in the distance of those that do matter.
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