Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Sunday, June 4, 2017

6.4

The shallow sun strikes hard against the far side of the plateau. I can see its faint ombre dusting the treetops of the near side, but all that's left of the day is an outline and a glow around the highest tips of the trees. The air feels full, and the light spills out of it. I sigh.
"Summer's here."

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