Wearing Layers


In between, the in between season, nothing but scars across the land.

Frozen tundras, neither dark nor light.

Days are distant.

Night lay like ground work, always in sight.

Within uncompromising climates be there no fashion to show.

Just layer upon layer of secluded interludes…

While the wind blows.imageedit__2290727946

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