Fell
Issue #123
Spring 2014
A blackish hueclustered at our heels. You were in the mixed woodswhich meant I was in the same mixed woods. I kicked up the floor. Needleslittered the lower air in standing dust, our shadows dotting the dirt moundsloped unnecessarily away....
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