The birches stood like candles flung out a car window between two muddy fallow fields. I pulled off the road, watching the fog spool around the trunks while they stood cool and wet and quiet. They glowed, almost like snow. Continue reading
The birches stood like candles flung out a car window between two muddy fallow fields. I pulled off the road, watching the fog spool around the trunks while they stood cool and wet and quiet. They glowed, almost like snow. Continue reading
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