The earth has retreated
Pulling itself inwards
If it can’ t find water then it seeks blood
Anything to quench it
I hold dust in my hands
Sowing it over the alter
The skies stare down beautifully
Over a harvest of skeletons.
For Radisson….. sometimes we have to wait patiently for rain. Thank you for the drink x
Little Wren 
seguir avanzando x
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