Musk of Dusk
by Steve Tanham
No crawling fish, freshly-homed on solid earth looked down and saw these veins of life. Where cells like parchment waited to dissolve on winter soil no mighty lizard paused to swoop and gaze upon these paths of inner life so fine. No ape, nor even brutish magnon, put down club or spear to think on inner waters gone, where perfect flow had been. And … Read More Musk of Dusk
Sun in Gemini 
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