fossa jugularis

August 24, 2014 § Leave a comment

Swallows have gathered in a small beech tree, gossiping loudly, complaining about summer’s end. A long cool exhalation of breeze rising from the west wipes over the soft skin of my throat, chills. Dog-walking clothes take on layers now, and closed-in footwear begin to press tiny toe bones into shoe-shaped feet.

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