Night Wind

Anita Savio

Night Wind

Night Wind

Rushing through secret interstices comes the wind of night. Primordial in nature, both predating and outlasting humankind’s existence, it is a thing of magic that passes, unfelt, through highly evolved bodies such as ours. But rooted beings – we call them lower forms — must bend and rend before that fierce assault, leaving raked and twisted traces for the morn to come.

 

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