Tim Barrus Blog
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Murmurs of the Absolute
Being lead to slaughter is always the same. -
No Luggage And The Headlights Give Shadows To The Snowdrifts
At first, a rippling in the air, then wings. -
Tim Barrus: Beware the rubble, burnt, and narrowing.
The thickets are darkening. It’s out there waiting in the birch trees. -
Pinned Against a Sweating Wall
What could possibly be darker than the tearing wind. -
B4
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The Elephant In The Room
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Tim Barrus: It Had Rained, And The Sky Was Cold And Black
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Tim Barrus: The Iron Grip of Winter
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But Call Forth Thundering Or At Least Recapture It.