Ragtag

Ragtag steeples.

That’s all that’s left.

You know those towns slowly eaten by deserts?

Yeah, I’m the burg and the pandemic is that relentless sand.

Right now, the only things still peeking out above my Gobi-ness are a few ragtag steeples.

At least if the pandemic is going to eat me, it’ll be a picturesque demise.

Somebody be sure to grab a picture of my holy belfries at twilight.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe of the Melodramatic Sand