A. A. MacConnell

When you write drabbles, you relieve the pressure of the epic novel expanding in your head.

aamacconnell in Drabbles April 8, 2017February 23, 2017 31 Words

Thanks, unconscious reaction

Shivering, splendid, the frozen cold
has brought upon the times we’ve sold
away. The warmth begot from motion
knocking against the final devotion,
essential to the life all will eventually hold.

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