The locals cross the gap wearing safety glasses and iridescent vests the laborers no longer need now that the tiles are drying in the sun; now that the wild grasses have been cut back to opaline iridescence with lavender calcinations, and sodium and talc and tin is hand-blown and polished until black as lava. Comments are closed.
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