Come back again shortly.
A knife of wind cut through the
leaves above the girl’s head. Their
shredded remnants bolted forward and
so did she, running with her arms
pulling at the air. More…
Configurations of stars-the
hunter, the sleeper, the twins
and the regal peacock-burnished
the pallet of sky before her
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