Lanters floating on the river in the blue August evening;
a kinder, older light than the one which erupted
over this slowly flowing river. Fires contained where
air and water meet, soon to be extinguished. These
flames will never burn human flesh and bone,
will never leave only shadows on stone.
04.03.2023
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