falling

  1. CASPER

    Tiny Bees Clung to Us

    like hats in a high wind, though there was no wind and the border lay only a mile or two ahead. Cross it and be free, we thought, holding each other a last time before dashing out, heedless of patrols scouring the hills for we who were hated, we who believed. And because of our belief, perhaps...
  2. CASPER

    Webs falling from the Sky!

    Webs falling from the Sky!
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