Whispers in the darkness. The sound of human footfall on pavements shiny with perspiration. Heavy air, and condensation on cars after a city warms down from a wintry blast. The quiet murmer of voices and the gentle tapping of cutlery on ceramic. The spitting of a fire, the crack of twigs in undergrowth. Rustling leaves, the… Continue reading Signs of Life
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