Violet

By Jennifer Tubbs

Violet The beginning of the world was purple. When the earth was empty of people and animals, there were spirits stampeding the plains, jungles, forests, groves. The spirits fought, having nothing better to do. The winner – there is always a winner – was lord of the airy domain, where seafoam intersects sky. He – it is explicitly stated – turned his enemies into volcanoes and mountains. Their wrath is felt when they spit lava down on us or shake the ground below our feet. But, those spirits who readily accepted the sovereignty of the pneumatic god found themselves a


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