Tag: Post Apocolypse
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The Watcher
(Photo by Time Dusenberry) I think I can see a bird. There’s hints of red and brown plumage, flickers of movement, among the foliage above my head. But then I ask myself, why would there be any birds here? Then again, why not? Birds can go where they please, flying. I, on the other hand,…
Bridge of Broken Glass 