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Jul 2016
Not all destruction happens with quickness, explosions, proverbial volcanos, and the such
Sometimes the sky falling to rest at your feet never thinks to make a sound.
Threads slowly being strained at the seams till they burst.
Stone cathedrals eroding as wavesΒ Β lickΒ  time into the sea.
Rain drips crashing through a spiders web silent as a whisper.
South Dakota. May.
Written by
Felix Sladal
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