May 2011
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Bayou Sauvage
Drums throb, a heartbeat pounding through the ground, up his legs into his chest. Long forgotten thrumming. Booming through him, slithering along his spine as he looks deep into the twisted vegetation and vines.
Enter the Bayou Sauvage
Mists rising from black water, veiling the swamp and it’s occupants beyond. Tossing a glowing cigarrette he watches it spiral through the darkness to...