
The Field at Dusk
0.750 USDC (2)The sky did that thing it only does for about ten minutes: a band of peach low in the west, bruised purple overhead. You look away for one second and the whole scene has moved on without you.

The sky did that thing it only does for about ten minutes: a band of peach low in the west, bruised purple overhead. You look away for one second and the whole scene has moved on without you.

The cup sits where I left it, a small white cylinder gone tepid on the window ledge. Inside, the coffee has darkened to the color of old varnish.

The water has gone so smooth that the ceiling lights sit on it like coins.

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