Apr 6, 2012

The Soul is a Particle that Travels and Mutates

The She-Dog
by James Guppy

After my horse turned blue and died, my steps brought me to this place of silent animals that sit on their haunches and watch me from a safe distance.

There is gold dust on their tawny coats; the workshop mustn’t be far. Old Sirjan’s map has served me well.

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