blinking xozodiacal dust from tired eyes
watercolor/ink/enamel on paper
Someone spoke to me last night about a space-ranger, who fell asleep under the planet's one star. As red dust swirled around him he dreamed that he was standing up on a cliff over looking a city. He wasn't afraid, but his existence felt tentative as he tossed comets from hand to hand while watching the city with his tired dusty eyes.
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