good afternoon, all unambiguous

a disastrous depiction of a dire air, fixing to fidget and forge forward.  beyond a distance too deep to be measured, it breathes with the wind through the branches; trees buckling.  animals, brash and bewildered.  mountains, moved.  moods shifting like the tides.  the moon large on the horizon.

except in circumstances designed to be drudged up, dodging dreams hurled from passersby, you tangle.  and through the web of arms and legs, flailing and failing to function, you stumble and in stumbling, you fall.

get up.

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