grief – Conversations

Talking to my shadow.

I know you are wandering the universe. I know too that you are the shadow I see so often.

Moving through the woods on the cusp of dawn, my senses were under siege from the sounds and scents found there. I broke through the silken bars of webs, built for much smaller game than me. The wardens of the silk prisons, still coddled by the crisp pre-sun air were disgruntled at this most obtrusive …

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