With something drifting and something shifting, the earth still held the sky.
I woke up early to finish something. Finished it. Then still shitstorm. Anxiety. Rise of temper. Pain.
Looked around.
There's no other life.
This is it.
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Nonya was in a fugue. It was past midnight, and the night hung thick and dark. There was a gentle snowfall outside and her blue-black rose w...
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