Tag: frost
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The Moon in my Pocket
The frosted cobblestone street gleams in the moonlight. I step aside not to break the honeycomb of small vintage mirrors echoing the throbbing stars above. The moon smiles on me, like a gold-toothed gypsy about to sweet-talk me out of the last dime in my pocket. The wind is salty, scratching my copper bearded cheeks, […]
Gabriela D. Martin 