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Sidereal

by on May 5, 2015 in Poetry | 2 comments

She stands watch. Ungloved trigger hand clutching the stock of her gun, she notes the sky isn’t sable, but blue and the night air smells of ozone and wet dirt. He kneels in a puddle of crimson light, the click and tap of his precision tools a-rhythmic and bright. Night-repairs warrant a...

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