I hang beneath the wooded planks of a cold, November pier. Below me the sunset tickles the crashing shoreline. The radiation and vitamin D glitters the weave of each nook in my web. Tonight, this will be home. Tomorrow, it will be my hunting ground. Next week it will have forgotten I ever existed here.
November 22, 2010
Forget Me Tomorrow (a picture prompt)
I hang beneath the wooded planks of a cold, November pier. Below me the sunset tickles the crashing shoreline. The radiation and vitamin D glitters the weave of each nook in my web. Tonight, this will be home. Tomorrow, it will be my hunting ground. Next week it will have forgotten I ever existed here.
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