Sunday, 5 January 2020

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  1. Rotting flesh sagging from the bones. Just hanging there like the deep stench of death in the air. It's a damp smell as a chill wind blows a solitary leaf from a tree. It free falls in slow motion from this barren structure. The last leaf to shed from this hibernating monstrosity. It falls so delicately so gracefully only to land directly on this shell of what once was living. I hesitate for all the woodland creatures go silent. Cold, my blood runs so cold.

    Love your work thanks for sharing if you are on Instagram I'll follow I'm rhysddgerow

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