May 6, 2013

El Serpe's Social Club for Mutes

After 12 years I find myself knocking on a familiar door, but have no idea who or what awaits me on the other side.

It isn't any cooler in the shade. I hear maybe cars a long way away, and an ichneumon wasp, and steps. Sound of one foot dragging.

Sleepwalking
by Jazzberry Blue

Hush
by Elle Moss

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