The sands coalesced into shapes; crumbling autumn leaves, birds with broken wings flapping uselessly in the wind grainy white flames that rose and fell with the breeze. She lifted her hands to feel them but the sand tumbled away from her fingertips. As the breeze died down they fell into the space between her fingers and settled on the ground around her feet. When she stepped forward she did not look back to see the sand smooth over her footprints into a pale grey plane.
Art and text by Lucie MacAulay
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