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The “We apologize for the slow pace, we’re experiencing delays,” the intercom spluttered. The speaker was right above me and every time it vibrated, there were answering tingles…
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…
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,…
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