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Aestar ignit iluda
The wind carried with it ash and sand, blight that clung to the corneas, even behind the spectacles.
This Nightmare of Skin
There is no escape from this skin, she said;
Au suivant
“Next.”
Corpse by the Shore: A Memory
It is hardly bloated, its skin the pale blue-yellow of the bruised, abused cloudless sky reflected in the water; it is face-down, its gender imperceptible, yet my guess is male. No, female.