Overwinter

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  • December 27, 2020
The day’s Scottish. Imperceptible and far-seeing through coils of copra fog. Slow mastodons scurry to clear the road ahead, where brittle hazard lights dilute paths I must go, or must not go, depends on the zero-hour radiation whiteness. Its static rage behind closed doors crackles close in my ears with a tincture of aqua fortis. […]

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