.i“ * ^ / . . . . . ` `~

Faulkner (S&F) : “I began to feel the water before I came to the bridge. The bridge was of gray stone, lichened, dappled with slow moisture where the fungus crept. Beneath it the water was clear and still in the shadow whispering and clucking about the stone in fading swirls of spinning sky.”

This entry was posted on November 3, 2020 at 12:51 pm and is filed under Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. Both comments and pings are currently closed.