A Little Preview
The sun is far from us: we can’t tell day from night. The black sky is a mouth that has swallowed the moon and stars. There is nothing green now. The bare tree branches are upturned claws. The apples on the counter form a row of shrunken heads. On the news, there are images of sea animals washed up on empty beaches or drowning in oil or strangled by plastic soda can rings. The birds have all flown south — our world is without song.
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