small stone (265)

On a train north, the landscape as bitter and biting as hops. Winter’s spice is in its edge, its intoxication in its long, dark ferment.

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2 comments on “small stone (265)

  1. “As bitter and biting as hops.” Beautiful. 🙂

  2. Tempering says:

    […] —Luisa A. Igloria 02 03 2014 In response to thus: small stone (265). […]

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