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behind glass
from The Beaver - #922
by The Beaver
Written & illustrated by CHARLIE TO
saltwater rippled and stirred. we flung pebbles at imaginary foes, so they’d leave us alone.
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that was summer held still, dying sun and dulcet breeze, birds warbling in the heat. later three gods rose and kept watch unwaveringly. ringed hand waved and all gave to a tapestry of fantasy: millions twinkling and pulsing like questions, while Sagittarius crept up behind the bringer of wonder, you.
joy pierced like a matador. summer’s bright howl, now infinite, is in snaps and clicks. soon the leaves will start to fall: i guard my thoughts of you carefully (i guard my thoughts of you carefully)