Banks watched the sun creep over the forest of oak trees and a crack of light broke through the night and grew longer an — Matthew McBride, A Swollen Red Sun
Banks watched the sun creep over the forest of oak trees and a crack of light broke through the night and grew longer an — Matthew McBride, A Swollen Red Sun
Banks watched the sun creep over the forest of oak trees and a crack of light broke through the night and grew longer an — Matthew McBride, A Swollen Red Sun
Banks watched the sun creep over the forest of oak trees and a crack of light broke through the night and grew longer an — Matthew McBride, A Swollen Red Sun
Banks watched the sun creep over the forest of oak trees and a crack of light broke through the night and grew longer an — Matthew McBride, A Swollen Red Sun
Banks watched the sun creep over the forest of oak trees and a crack of light broke through the night and grew longer an — Matthew McBride, A Swollen Red Sun
Banks watched the sun creep over the forest of oak trees and a crack of light broke through the night and grew longer an — Matthew McBride, A Swollen Red Sun
Banks watched the sun creep over the forest of oak trees and a crack of light broke through the night and grew longer an — Matthew McBride, A Swollen Red Sun
Banks watched the sun creep over the forest of oak trees and a crack of light broke through the night and grew longer an — Matthew McBride, A Swollen Red Sun
Banks watched the sun creep over the forest of oak trees and a crack of light broke through the night and grew longer an — Matthew McBride, A Swollen Red Sun
Banks watched the sun creep over the forest of oak trees and a crack of light broke through the night and grew longer an — Matthew McBride, A Swollen Red Sun
Banks watched the sun creep over the forest of oak trees and a crack of light broke through the night and grew longer an — Matthew McBride, A Swollen Red Sun
Banks watched the sun creep over the forest of oak trees and a crack of light broke through the night and grew longer an — Matthew McBride, A Swollen Red Sun
Banks watched the sun creep over the forest of oak trees and a crack of light broke through the night and grew longer an — Matthew McBride, A Swollen Red Sun
Banks watched the sun creep over the forest of oak trees and a crack of light broke through the night and grew longer an — Matthew McBride, A Swollen Red Sun
Banks watched the sun creep over the forest of oak trees and a crack of light broke through the night and grew longer an — Matthew McBride, A Swollen Red Sun
Banks watched the sun creep over the forest of oak trees and a crack of light broke through the night and grew longer an — Matthew McBride, A Swollen Red Sun
Banks watched the sun creep over the forest of oak trees and a crack of light broke through the night and grew longer an — Matthew McBride, A Swollen Red Sun
Banks watched the sun creep over the forest of oak trees and a crack of light broke through the night and grew longer an — Matthew McBride, A Swollen Red Sun
Banks watched the sun creep over the forest of oak trees and a crack of light broke through the night and grew longer an — Matthew McBride, A Swollen Red Sun
Banks watched the sun creep over the forest of oak trees and a crack of light broke through the night and grew longer an — Matthew McBride, A Swollen Red Sun
Banks watched the sun creep over the forest of oak trees and a crack of light broke through the night and grew longer an — Matthew McBride, A Swollen Red Sun
Banks watched the sun creep over the forest of oak trees and a crack of light broke through the night and grew longer an — Matthew McBride, A Swollen Red Sun
Banks watched the sun creep over the forest of oak trees and a crack of light broke through the night and grew longer an — Matthew McBride, A Swollen Red Sun
Banks watched the sun creep over the forest of oak trees and a crack of light broke through the night and grew longer an — Matthew McBride, A Swollen Red Sun
Banks watched the sun creep over the forest of oak trees and a crack of light broke through the night and grew longer an — Matthew McBride, A Swollen Red Sun
Banks watched the sun creep over the forest of oak trees and a crack of light broke through the night and grew longer an — Matthew McBride, A Swollen Red Sun
Banks watched the sun creep over the forest of oak trees and a crack of light broke through the night and grew longer an — Matthew McBride, A Swollen Red Sun
Banks watched the sun creep over the forest of oak trees and a crack of light broke through the night and grew longer an — Matthew McBride, A Swollen Red Sun
Banks watched the sun creep over the forest of oak trees and a crack of light broke through the night and grew longer an — Matthew McBride, A Swollen Red Sun
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Banks watched the sun creep over the forest of oak trees and a crack of light broke through the night and grew longer and wider and ate the black like a fungus until the darkness was gone and there was light and it was day.

— Matthew McBride, A Swollen Red Sun
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