American Sentence CXI
Tea leaves swirl the devil’s hunger, a soft rot, in what can’t be undone.
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Tea leaves swirl the devil’s hunger, a soft rot, in what can’t be undone.
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“a soft rot” – Oh, Pam! so nice! The intrigue continues!
This one has a rather haunting quality. I like it.
Yes this calls for more- mysterious, haunting!
Pam, this makes me anxious to see what comes next!