Hermes Falling. A bloodless dive into immortality. Here, a place to explore words, ideas, in a flight of shared intimacy. Tell me what you think.
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Storm
Lightning falls without any worries but the direction of a homing pigeon and the ferocity of a cornered lion. In the pause of the storm, the eye of the storm, everything turned an eerie yellow-red. Was this what it looked like after an atom bomb was dropped?
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