The morning arrived but the daylight never came, the sky stayed a deep red and clouds rolled over slowly, hour after hour. Everyone stayed inside, even the old broken Al in the back garden and the urban wildlife of the nights before were nowhere to be seen.
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Author: Renee Newlon
I am a Turkish American writer and photographer. I work in short-form prose, poetic fragments, and photography. I don’t photograph the event; I photograph the moment after the event. A few things that stay with me: Plato’s Cave, Oberg’s Culture Shock, and Beethoven’s Ever thine. Ever mine. Ever ours. My greatest teacher was my college philosophy professor, Sister Jane Sullivan, who taught me how to think and how to see.
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Striking piece of writing. It feels like the start of a story. Were you imagining a world or describing how something felt?
Thank you =) I was inspired by red skies over the city.