Day Thirty-One – Absolutely the Green Frog Bureau, LLC
It’s what I know as the tunnel widens and the door at the end of this long journey begins to open. It’s the brief end to a long day. Eventful and darkened with the wet sheen of closure, this is the day I become more than a man.
In darkness, I slip away into abodes of phantom clones of my ipseity. In darkness, I find opportunity to slumber.
As quickly as it passes, the day comes again on the orange.
I open my eyes to the low angle sun at perfect angle to beam through the dusty blinds and into my face. I still have blood on my hands. This burlap sack I pulled from the barn is musty; it’s grid is pressed into my face temporarily.
The cicada chorus, the symphony of the Texas Summer, is muted by the water-stained sheetrock of this abandoned house. The trees and…
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