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Gold Dust

From the train I can see miles of Pines, they seem to go on forever. There’s a golden wolf howling, chanting to the midnight Gods. By morning the Pines give way to Palm trees and screeching Cicadas. Tonight the stars reveal the belly of the world from which we come. What I have left is […]

Gold Dust

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