• A Short Story

    July 7, 2009

    Staring down at my hands they weren’t different. There wasn’t anything wrong with the dream I was dreaming, yet I had awoken. I felt refreshed. I was still dreaming. Through my fingers I could see my feet, nature slipped through my naked toes. She had me in her green embrace, I could feel divinity calling [...]

 
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