Escape from Fireship Cove
Llew Watkins
It comes to you then, on the evening of that same day when you are almost crawling, the shadow of the canyon’s back exactly as in the drawing. The trail becomes a track – well trodden, wide and bare – it arcs around to the front of the ridge so that Fireship Cove is ahead of you like a mirage conjured from heat.
The canyon is vast and circular, open on the side from which you now approach. The walls are studded with small caves that are the homes for the birthers. It is dusk, and the entrance ways are exposed by light from rice-paper lanterns. Those lights are the last thing you see that day. The last thing you feel is ground, echoes of red rocks float behind your eyes and then sleep.
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Llew Watkins
It comes to you then, on the evening of that same day when you are almost crawling, the shadow of the canyon’s back exactly as in the drawing. The trail becomes a track – well trodden, wide and bare – it arcs around to the front of the ridge so that Fireship Cove is ahead of you like a mirage conjured from heat.
The canyon is vast and circular, open on the side from which you now approach. The walls are studded with small caves that are the homes for the birthers. It is dusk, and the entrance ways are exposed by light from rice-paper lanterns. Those lights are the last thing you see that day. The last thing you feel is ground, echoes of red rocks float behind your eyes and then sleep.
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