Wastewalker
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Last published Fri, Jun 28, 2019
The land is in shadow, the light is gone and with it the warmth of life. I write these words knowing you shall never read them, fore even as I draw my final breaths upon this blackened world the words themselves are being forgotten, like an apple falling to sterile soil the knowledge has rotted from this world, exposing seeds there for all to see but never grow. Truly we are in the days of dusk and who knows if we are to live the night.
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