The setting sun threatened to consume me—it could have, you know. It would have been a beautiful death with an honorable eulogy: slain by a magnificent slice of piercing orange energy. I simply turned and walked away; I would live another day.
Chila WoychikTags: writing nature sun writing-process on-being-a-rat death-by-sun rural-living
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