Monthly Archives: July 2015

156. The hour of the Moth.

It is the hour of the Moth. I lie on my bed in the half darkness, the perpetual twilight of streetlight and candlelight, listening to night sounds. The torpid air listlessly shifts the limbs of monstrous poplars and sycamores outside … Continue reading

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