The sound of the ‘bracrack-k-k!’ ‘bra rack-k-k!’ Would hang in the air most days and then it would stop. This time it didn’t stop and then the grounds green and air a pale gray blue started to quiver as the earth rumbled.
The cloud thick of people and dust from a far grew nearer and larger as they looked down from their mountain top paradise.
We are a few weeks away till the year 2026 arrives. Much happening till then. For the record keeping I’d like to say there was a car jacking the other day around the parts I flounce in and about, then on the road, only two lanes then into a ditch you fall, a man sitting on a stool, bag by his side, his jet black hair in mid growth twisted, without a care planted half in the way.
Be still and listen
One day I will tell you a story
Shadows of the past are shimmering as I watch.
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