. . .

[analogvixen]

/Theres smoke on the water,
its been there since june
Tree trunks uprooted
in the high crescent moon
Hear the pulse and vibrations
and the rumblin force

Somebodys out there

beating on a dead horse/

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[flamesea]

sun set shot crimson & peach last night [here];
this morning carried a tangy hint
o'water & the wind.

and i wondered about you,
[there]
what sky speaks where there is actually space?

the mountains call me at night sometimes.
so far, i've resisted the call
but it gets stronger. i dreamed about vermont,
& you

<3 and cat kisses
(also to the cats)

[analogvixen]

<3

merci