“The sound of dogs howling from the next homestead over. But the space between our houses grows while I sleep. The forest around me deepens. The trees fall in love and multiply. The snow an intoxicant. I pray the pines don’t get bolder, that they don’t grow organs and hands.”
― The Best Small Fictions 2016
Wednesday, January 11, 2023
The forest around me deepens
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