Monday, January 28, 2013

Position opening.

tonight, walking before maybe another storm, the moon was full full full

high in the sky, unveiling itself then disappearing into a pool of milky, cloudy light

Bruiser capered and pulled ahead, then stopped to bury his nose in snow
what's there, Bruiser? what comfit, cure, what medicine?


radagast said...

You had me at "sandwiches."

gilian said...

Pick me! Pick me!


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