Frostfall
Autumn’s breath caught between earth and sky.
By Fatal SerendipityPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
Photo by Robert Schwarz on Unsplash
The orchard exhales,
one petal drifts into frost—
night gathers the stars.
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Fatal Serendipity
Fatal Serendipity writes flash, micro, speculative and literary fiction, and poetry. Their work explores memory, impermanence, and the quiet fractures between grief, silence, connection and change. They linger in liminal spaces and moments.
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