Mosaic Winter 2016 | Page 10

The Tipping Point by Riley LK Kaiser
Above the frozen clouds, northern lights spill across the sky, electric hands grasping at stars.
Inside the leaning barn, a horse shivers, then falls onto the thin straw, wheezing a last breath.
Under threadbare blankets, the farmer sleeps, dreaming of cedar shingles for a new barn roof.
Cow by Sarah Tocko

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