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The Reclamation

The dusty, dead strands of summer grass has resurrected into plump green clumps knee deep in the ooze of boggy ground. Now almost winter, something moves in the cold, set to reclaim the places owned by the suntanned set who paraded in the spotlight of summer's heat. A creature of shade, it has spent all summer locked away in the dark of its chrysalis, rearranging the content of itself until, stirred by an icy chill, it stretches to burst through its wrappings, unfolding its wings, metamorphosing into me. Watch out….my bite can freeze souls.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2023




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