Held for a moment between dusk and dawn, standing on the cusp of a memory just out of reach, we grasp at the tail of summer, the taste of lightning lingering on our tongues as the clouds gather black in the middle distance.
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Held for a moment between dusk and dawn, standing on the cusp of a memory just out of reach, we grasp at the tail of summer, the taste of lightning lingering on our tongues as the clouds gather black in the middle distance.
Learn more here