
Beth Sarah
Joined June 2021
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We've been scribbled in the margins of a story that is patently absurd
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An artist discussing his painting with an acquaintance at the exhibition.
“Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. The smell of smoke filled the air permanently and the faint clamour of machinery buzzed softly and enduringly in the background of life like a drone.
By Beth Sarah16 days ago in Fiction