“Leaf, branch, vine, bramble. The rush of air in my ears. The rapid-fire scuffscuffscuff of my shoes on the trail. Shards of blue sky through the canopy, blades of sulight impaling the shattered earth. The ripped-apart world careened.” — RIch Yancy Copy Share Image
“Leaf, branch, vine, bramble. The rush of air in my ears. The rapid-fire scuffscuffscuff of my shoes on the trail. Shards of blue sky… — RIch Yancy Copy Share Image
