A pause perhaps, and a whisper. The pause is a gap between footsteps like the space between bootprints. The whisper may be the wind, or it may be a scythe blade against the sky. The sun falls while a drifter surveys the dusty expanse before him, and slides his feet across the rock, searching for better purchase. Overhead, the clouds have turned milky grey.
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