The house smells of apples and hard cold water. Your dog whimpers in her dream chair. Rabbits pouring out of countless bushes. Easy pickings when you are still. Outside there are stars. Cold and bright and the Silence of the Country is ripped up the middle. When you look for it that is the beginning of trouble. When you don’t that is the beginning of pain. This planet is pinned to the Void. Filled with creatures close to the earth. First published by NOMADartx
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