Nelson Luke Ferryman






Silver

I keep my eyes on the horizon. There'll soon be little else left. I curl my toes and dig them deep into the dry soil and brittle grass around me. I wish I had claws, talons, roots - anything to keep me grounded. But I don't and it's too late.

Everything falls away. I don't know why it was a surprise to us all. This is the way life is. From the moment you are born things change, move, grow, fall away.
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