xmlns:fb='http://ogp.me/ns/fb#' Kate Farrall

Sunday, October 25, 2009

the houses had fallen to the bottom of the valley. sprinkled like salt along both edges of a narrow river. gravity pulled them there slowly and surely. slid straight down the two mountain sides until they touched. a slow domestic slide hidden in the mist that had long been forgotten. now, plain green hillsides surrounded them with the mouth of the sea being their only escape. the timbers ached to be swallowed.

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