Silence falls as the sky contorts. Above my head, enormous beams reach upwards, stretching miles and miles. They are blue, and red, and pink, the reds and pinks so bright that I do not need my camera to see them. I do not need anything, because I’m floating. I’ve slipped, somehow, into another reality, where language fails, and tears take over. *** I arrived sometime after 10pm. That was,...
A Thin Place
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