The sky is heavy, clouds filled with unspent tears, thick and waiting. The pulse of the world beats in the breeze and the swaying of branches, birdsong and the far away, indescriminate sounds of human toil.
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The sky is heavy, clouds filled with unspent tears, thick and waiting. The pulse of the world beats in the breeze and the swaying of branches, birdsong and the far away, indescriminate sounds of human toil.
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AuthorHace Williams is a Seattle area author and journalist. Archives
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