Mount St. Hella

from The Bloodmonths by Boy Rex

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We march through a meadow of wildflowers the color of the sun, an orange hue of gold and blood a shade above the selfsame setting on a summer night. And there's greens, and blues more pale than light. The grass grows tall and the morning bright. It's just he and I, two brothers on a mountain who have lost their smell for wildflowers. I ask if he can hear the music playing soft between the colors....

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from The Bloodmonths, released February 16, 2016

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