C102 Chapter 102

SEVEN

I can feel a hot liquid coming out of my nose. I can taste the smell of rusty.

Stars filled the sky like pale grain into the freshly turned ground. It was the promise of life in the darkness, a sense of warmth springing from the cold. It was a vastness to bring humbleness and an eternal space to bring gratitude for the coziness of home, of her. No matter the years that passed