The aurora was like water jetting from a whale, misting as frozen breath would just above the ocean— itself so still, so untouched, that it appeared like it had never moved before. Underneath the glimmer-light of heaven the sea was a snow plain, so solid that we could be fooled into thinking that boot printsContinue reading “Hafgufa”
A Powerhouse Of Creative Writing, By Thomas GB
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