that day we walked a little deeper
July 31, 2008 - 9:50am — Yorda
note: these images are from 18 october, 2007
smells like damp earth, sulfur, and sour flesh, pickled with pearls and a lady's slim fingers. they nicker and wander to keep warm against the fog and the coming cold night, feel the chill passing between their branch-thin ribs. the twin gods shine a silent yellow in the dark, like a beacon amongst the trees, a lighthouse of etched eyeless stone. everywhere sounds the flapping of great weathered wings against the dull blinking hum of the evening.
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