winter rain
it thunders down
drowning out
night-time sounds
no squeaking insects
no startled birds
pit pat
pit pat
drip
drip
drop
it stops.
it stops.
…
lying next to him
his soft sighs
oblivious to the storm outside.
his softly warm body
delicate hands
baby-fine hair.
wriggle wriggle
for a small kid
he takes up the whole bed.
Dustborn
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Thanks to being ill, and perhaps thanks to buying a Steam Deck and being
able to play from the couch, I just finished this game.
It's 2030, and some years ...
3 weeks ago
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