Posted on May 29, 2015
by Elan Mudrow
The lamps bob in between echoes. They can only reverberate for so long, then disappear around a curve. So we tether together, in small groups of nonsense It is our belief that we will come to the end, turn around, and find the…
Category: Poetry, PortraitsTags: Author, Cave Paintings, Caves, Fiction, Humanity, Poem, Poetry, Writing
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