The persistence of myth

The stories of generations float through space, living on in the minds, hearts and discs of untold millions. If the world were devoid of the human race, its myths would live on still, lying dormant, until an intrepid adventurer stumbles on a memory bank - and the stories would burst forth like a raging flood, bringing the race to life once again.

Thursday, December 3, 2015

Afternoon rain



Thunder in the afternoon
Dully through the grey sky
A tiny bird alarmed
Flashes purple
Through the sighing branches
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