Rift and Heated Terminus IanHorse-February 23, 2012-All Posts-0 Comments All at once you feel it. Ghost tremors. Remembeing, but as a distant flicker. A familiar face in grainy film gathering focus. But you can tell. A pinprick of insistent presence. And all at once you feel it. Then, it is real. Post navigation Prev post A Coral Snake in High CottonNext post Light a Candle for the Nexus6 Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Name * Email * Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.Comment This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.