Hierarchy Of Nonsense

Snowflakes poured down like ash as I trudged along the alleyway, slipping between the streetlights. I caught myself trying to hold onto the snow and dust motes glistening beneath, my hands frantically swooping around as if light were something I could fit into my pockets. Wouldn’t that have been wonderful?  A row of townhouses flanked the perimeter of the alleyway, standing tall and brash. The windows loomed over me, eyeing me as they begrudgingly dangled the warmth beyond

PART 1: SUNSETS   The orange hue of the setting Sun cascaded through the slits of thin, wispy clouds and drooped onto the verdant hills behind them, glimmering on the red-clad, rusty bridge. June sees the woman first in this Memory. Her hair was a series of gold deadlocks tied neatly into a bun, poised like a ball of yarn on top of her head, with two free strands gently swaying down her face. Her hands covered her wide smile; the blue on her nails complemented the green in h

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