Wind and Blood

Day 49: March 24 (written)

Wind howls across the abandoned estate. The lady’s once prized rose bushes are ripped from their foundation in the soil. Dirt and petals swirl in a madcap whirlwind with the look of blood: nearly black and weathered red. Soon the wind will reach the estate and the eviscerated wood and glass will be covered in the blood of the earth.

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Last month, inspired by the-cassandra-project and their Every Day Challenge, I wrote every day to raise money for the Urban Justice Center. You can still donate here or please spread the word. I assume, since I set it up, that it’s still available if you want to. Thank you.

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