Hazy street lamp light,
illuminating nocturnal spirits or otherwise
the ghost of a fire burning low,
all green tinder and ember,
its tender lain down
for the night.
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 11:10 PM UTC
Hazy street lamp light,
illuminating nocturnal spirits or otherwise
the ghost of a fire burning low,
all green tinder and ember,
its tender lain down
for the night.
This post is inspired by a glass of mediocre Cabernet Sauvignon...I don’t even drink reds
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