Overcast

May 2, 1999

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The sky falls heavy as motionless bodies become blurred by raindrops covering paned glass. Streaks of pollen are wiped to the side descending into cracks that even the smallest drop of dew could not find. Somewhere else the wind is becoming capable of uprooting trees and replanting them across the field, but where I sit there is only a pleasant breeze.

Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist