The Stillborn Passing (rough edit)

Everything will eventually end. Cycle 19- In the year of the falling turtles The Compolche walked in tight rows behind the old man, through foliage so thick that they had to twist and weave through the jungle like torn flags waving in a brutal wind. Though there were hundreds of them, they were silent, asContinue reading “The Stillborn Passing (rough edit)”

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