Winter is early. The fiery reds breathe icily as they swirl mid-air. The burnt oranges break against the brittle truth. Luna smiles knowingly at my fading fate.
©10/2019
Cold War
Her whiskey eyes tell all.
Her whiskey eyes tell all.
Winter is early. The fiery reds breathe icily as they swirl mid-air. The burnt oranges break against the brittle truth. Luna smiles knowingly at my fading fate.
©10/2019
Whiskey Tales and Spells 
Great sense of the ominous in this, and a terrific image 👍
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Thank you, Jupiter!
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