Posts Tagged ‘Black’
In which The Gay Recluse freezes to death. It goes without saying that nothing is black and white. But at the moment it feels like nothing is gray, either. It’s more like there are layers of perception, some of which are made of iron, and some of which will melt away.
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Tags: Black, Gray, Overwrought Metaphors, Snow, White, Wrought Iron