Blue
Her eyes, as the skies,
as the sea, and my comfort,
they've closed forever.
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J. A. Rossignol
Born and raised in rural Maine, USA. J still resides in Central Maine with his wife, five children, two dogs, three cats and two birds. Can often be found somewhere along Maine's dramatic coast where many of his ideas have been inspired.
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Logos and the Babe
'What, in the name of the Sun Goddess, is that smell?' grumbled Logos, as he slowly stretched the slumber from his enormous frame. His matte gray scales, which had long since lost their argent luster, were dappled with clinging brown leaves and a few fallen branches. He emitted a low groan, as his skeleton realigned, bones popping into place with cracks and muffled thuds.
By J. A. Rossignol3 years ago in Fiction
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