Eden

Paradise nigh

By Algernon LockePublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

(Paradise in the Summit: An AI portrait by Algernon Locke)

High in the mountains,

Eden welcomes the sinners,

Damned by its own saints.

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Algernon Locke

Amateur writer powered by cheese and unholy spite. I like writing fiction. What kinds? All kinds! Poetry, stories, songs. I'm still finding my place in the literary world. With reader critiques and feedback, I hope to learn and grow.

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