Mud People

Posted on November 24, 2011

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They dripped from the sky like mud. Their faces cracked under a glowing sun like mud cakes left on a sidewalk to dry on a hot, summer day. We watched as the sky went red. Bruises against the blue sky. We ran in fear. Why was this happening to us? But in the darkness, they were beautiful. Violet, translucent. I loved them despite the fear they inspired.

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