Christopher Francis
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I miss the clouds. I don’t know where they’ve gone but I wish they’d come back. They used to provide brief moments of shade or break up the monotony of the blue desert sky, add a darkened reprieve to the tan/beige monopoly of the ground. From the beginning of time to the end of it and now to here the land has always remained the same. The heat remains brutal, life teams beneath the hot sands, and the mountains fill the distance with imposing monoliths. But now the sky is a little more empty, and I wish the sun's friends would return.
By Christopher Francis4 years ago in Fiction
