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Afar, The Glimmer It was the hour when dusk shed its skin, Rough as slate, under a bruised horizon. And she stood, distant, within the darkness Where shadows grew thick and soft, Like breath heavy in a winter throat. Her eyes wandered far, searching... – *by Frank Gainey*	0 Views added 4 months ago	Rating
Afar, The Glimmer It was the hour when dusk shed its skin, Rough as slate, under a bruised horizon. And she stood, distant, within the darkness Where shadows grew thick and soft, Like breath heavy in a winter throat. Her eyes wandered far, searching... – *by Frank Gainey*	0 Views added 4 months ago	Rating

It was the hour when dusk shed its skin,
Rough as slate, under a bruised horizon.
And she stood, distant, within the darkness
Where shadows grew thick and soft,
Like breath heavy in a winter throat.
Her eyes wandered far, searching...

– by Frank Gainey

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