Writerraebeth's Weblog

the land lies unfolding like a woman from her dresses and hair bows, jewelry littering the grasses around her legs, scatter scatter too early for fireflies. Planet bows like prism, like rain, breaks off miniscule particles of its own light to pass them to her, here on earth, this naked woman…see how she extends her hand, her white fingers glow in such a year

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