There is a glass coffin on the beach. In it lies a fair woman with lips red as blood. They say this is judgement ahead of the winds. We feed it to the ocean on a raft of flowers. Yet the sky congregates against us, dark as iron, a fist.
Red
06 Tuesday Jun 2023
Liz H said:
Don’t disturb Snow….she”s only sleeping….as you do.
Margaret Sefton said:
Indeed! Love hearing from you. —Margaret