Grey Lady




The sky was dark , the high desert air was crisp , the night was enchanting and evolved. The dim light from the warming fire cast a silhouette as she disrobed that burned an image in my consciousness. Duty and intrigue called me to another hemisphere the following dawn, but the night lived on in the canvas of my soul. I share it at this moment with you.

Yours in Post Modern Living,
Ray Rum
 

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