Today’s prompt is found Here.
A robust obscuring grey-ness draped over the source. Where the point is lowest; a depth with no comparison. Old shoe leather decries the present for a halcyon walking path. All of our old world in a neat 3 minute capsule. God’s wrath featuring rain and the howling of sad cats. My form in a picture, told in a story.
Anything will suffice, a projectile is a projectile by any other name.
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