umbral ovenbird Find the doubled darkness where two shadows meet. See. Love is not light, but the deepest shade. In the summer my edges curl like a heat-blighted hosta, sun-singed and crumbling. On the sidewalk: cepaea_nemoralis. I tap your shell twice so you’ll sever your grip on the sidewalk. I don’t want to harm you with all my good intentions. When you find the safety of your shell I move you from the beaten path to the leafy edge of a garden and watch you touch your face to the damp underside of the day. Let_my_shadow_be_your_shade. Rest here awhile. There’s more than enough fire to melt us back to the Miocene. Let us linger in the crescents of an eclipse-bitten star. Find me in the place the light leaves. 260703 what's it to you? who go blather from