kafertannenbaum

24 Dec 2012 Leave a comment

by terry wheeler in short stories Tags: , ,

 

what if on a warm winter day a thousand brightly coloured beetles

crawled up through the snow and up a fir tree to sit in the sun on its branches

while the fireflies flashed on and off?

 

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