We drove up into the sky, where the dusty grey mountain cut a jagged line against a blue so dry it hadn’t seen a cloud since the last era, when snow covered the ground and the animals grew fur thicker than cold molasses. Our breath added the only humidity, which was gone on the next inhale. The sun blasted notes from your guitar out of the air, and they became rocks that sparkled on the ground, and matched the stars when they came out to kiss our eyes, while the moon woke up to paint our shadows in silver dust.
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StretchesThe brain needs to stretch before working out just as much as the body. Welcome to my stretch zone of stories in 100 words, and perhaps other bits. Archives
September 2019
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