My things, your things, our things
25.
Appalachian State Alumnus.
Even my text messages are AP style.
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the friendliness of a friend’s fiery hearth and living room that is full of laughter.
the walk home brings the cold sky and silence which extends the senses.
the sensation of senses being extended.
the meeting of that extension with a lone, bone chilling cry from an unseen animal that is entirely too close for comfort.
the muffling of the the following cries of a pack that is still too close for comfort by the footfalls of steel toed boots.
making it home safely, only to blog about it.
how far has man fallen?
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