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Margot

Margot

A Story by djdopeslap


Every morning, she was there. Always, she sat crumpled like a paper swan, her long skirt fanned on the floor. The crooked lines of her wrists stood..
Early Mourning

Early Mourning

A Poem by djdopeslap


Away, alone, the lapwing cries As the sun rises Over the mist-filled field But for the soldier walking down along the road, Carrying his case, He..
Aurum Tempore

Aurum Tempore

A Story by djdopeslap


Aurum Tempore Photographers call it the golden hour. In the last hour of sunlight before the day draws to a close, light is soft and diffuse. Shado..