Conjectural Winds

Drawing down like something trying to preserve heat. In time to wink out forever.

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“He walked out into the road and stood. The silence. The salitter drying from the earth. The mudstained shapes of flooded cities burned to the waterline.”

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He thought if he lived long enough the world at last would all be lost. Like the dying world the newly blind inhabit, all of it slowly fading from memory. © Dan Broun 

[alexsattlerphotography]

[frolicingintheforest]

[dream-within-a-dream]

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a long shear of light and a series of low concussions

[beartreadway]

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A cold to shatter your bones.

[cabinhome]

[avenuesofinspiration]

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Nights dark beyond darkness and the days more gray each one than what had gone before. Like the onset of some cold glaucoma dimming away the world.

[sictransitgloriamvndi]

Yasuhiro Onishi

[seabeck]

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“Keep a little fire burning; however small, however hidden.” ― Cormac McCarthy

[seabeck]

High Steel Bridge, Shelton

[niravpatelphotography]

East coast of Iceland. 

[nevver]

Leave a light on, Julien Mauve