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Lit Up

Pressing Fairies

A Free Verse

DYING LIGHT, Rolleiflex, Testar 3.5, 75mm, Kodak Portra 160, analog image

Atop the rocky
beneath the stars —

trees litter leaves

in forest breeze

before the grieving night
along my line of sight —

in the swan song




Welcome to Lit Up -The Land of Little Tales. Here you can read and submit short stories, flash fiction, poetry - in brief, your own legend. We're starting little. But that's how all big stories begin.

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V. Plut

V. Plut

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