Inky blue,creeping westwardacross the twilight sky. Daylight’s last stand,but a thin bandalong the horizon. Dotting the heavens,boundless possibilityrevealed in its wake. Rooted to the ground,the dreamer waitsfor gravity to relent. Written for Week #236 of Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt. (Word: Blue, Count: 38)Photo: East Grarafraxa, ON (1997) / Minolta 800si, Copyright 1997/2021 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.
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