Photo by Juan Encalada (from Unsplash)
Our hearth’s miasma,
sweat's inching ashore, met but
a glacial response.
About the Creator
A writer with a philosophy background (PhD), in exile in English.
"The hand knows its limits, the page does not even conceive of them."
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It’s over my head at the moment, but I don’t mind that. It gives me something to look forward to — researching new words and continuing to find meaning with each read. I have an inkling, but not a full understanding, and to me, THAT is rather fresh. I particularly love this image. It really sets the vibe and tone of the writing. Well done!