01.July.21


Hen scratch, harbinger of brain clouds, has long passed and, now, a fuster cluck of haze drowns days.

Slopes sync with brows, offering valleys of despair and descension on every face.

Some would stand stalwart, readying breaths for the trek-and-tumble ahead, sure that a secret serac around the block could not be considered a possible obstacle—one stopping determined progress cold.

But, if there were a bijou hiding in the stacks of stops while also glimmering hope, assuredly—whether horizon presents pop-up glaciers or sky erasers, it matters not. For some, the answer is destined to always relay ‘nope’.

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