Lava, butter, bruise

August 6, 2014

She came around a bend in the river just as the sun slipped behind the trees, leaving the clouds above the color of lava, butter, bruise.

It had been a long walk, and she sat on a rock next to the water, which had taken on the clouds’ color so intensely it looked much warmer than she knew it to be. She thought about taking a swim, but decided resting was good enough—she had already leapt into too many things that looked more welcoming than they turned out to be.

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