Linda Breeden Linda Breeden Apocalyptic PoetryPerhaps their arrogance will give us pause Twilight2029 – twilight. I gaze across the pied hills to the smoky ridges receding in the distance. editorialteam2022-01-31T00:18:05+00:00 Share This Story, Choose Your Platform! FacebookTwitterRedditLinkedInWhatsAppTumblrPinterestVkXingEmail Leave A Comment Cancel replyComment Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment.
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