“Such an interesting light show, Al.”
“I thought you might like this spot. Sarah.” He turns, leans in for a kiss.
In Coyote Canyon in the middle of these Western Hills of the 1st Bellisseria continent, Mid-Hazel prepares to die, as she’s done the past 100 years it seems. But, as visiting Herbert Glenn Gold speculated earlier in the present photo-novel — fast drawing to a close — this time it might be for real. Pre-Abyss Absorption here I come at long last, she might be thinking in the picture below.
She is not alone at her wannabe death bed trailer.
Hand in hand, the couple walks toward Opaque Lake in decreasing darkness.
Wait a minute: *pumpkins*??
Sunklands 