It is an organic place of revelation.
The lug-holed vestiges and sequestered witch pools
exposed and made manifest twice daily, where
fauna and flora exist, such as ghosts may exist.
Where isolated voices are revealed in the
wind, then drowned without trace…
Where the sun creates a mystic desert from a cold
stretch of mirrors and people are distant pins in a map.


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