A Weapon Against Death

Outside my window the late summer sun filters down through a canopy of oak and cedar. The oppressive heat of August has shoved its way into September. It leaches the moisture of yesterday’s rain out of every blade of grass as it covers Texas like a weighted blanket.

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Mute

I’ve been silent in this space of late. To be honest, the events of the summer, both in the world and at home have made me want to escape.

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