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Short, round arms flailed in the humid spring air (the children were very thirsty) and the sound of hurried footsteps filled the garden – they had somewhere to…
I awoke inside of my tree. Not in a hollow, but inside the tree itself, her wood against my skin, the oxygen that ran through her own vascular…
Content Warnings: self-harm, substance abuse. The park’s covered in a thick blanket of white, footsteps and paw-prints imprinted the white ground as crystal flakes slowly began to cover…
The books grew wild here. Untamed. You only needed to look out the window to see the various species dotting the landscape. The beautiful, delicate petals of poetry,…
Very well, my child, very well. I think you are of age now to hear the one story I have dared not tell you before. This is the…
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