tumble

 

 

Dorwood expected the worst and boy did he not see it coming. His situation is…was…very tenuous, but the push...hardly a nudge... sends him into the chasm...a long way down, deep shaft with a variety of protrusions.... rocks, roots, and such rough stuff.... and it's walls, narrow tight, ripping and tearing at cloth and flesh, on his endless tumble, never reaching the ground, but shredded instead.

 

 

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Degraze

 

When I have a drink at night,

 

and just a splash at that

 

I prefer to refer to it as

“de-glazing 

an old pot, 

that's worth 

holding on to."

 

 

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