A plane drags its cross-shaped shadow over the ridge, loud as an evangelist. A few clouds. Half a moon abandoned in the center of the sky.
The Morning Porch
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
A plane drags its cross-shaped shadow over the ridge, loud as an evangelist. A few clouds. Half a moon abandoned in the center of the sky.
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I love your use of words and the images created in this piece.
Thanks!