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Though sharply seeming...
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Dreams of Him
We sit at a campfire in a small clearing in the woods, basking in the dusk, with the soft chirr of insects and birds settling down to sleep around us. I gaze at him softly, watching how the firelight gilds his hair, limns his lips with something I need ( Read more... ) -
little earthquakes
I have eleven months to buy a house ( Read more... ) -
Dawning
I don't miss him any more. -
Benediction
Let us raise warriors ( Read more... ) -
Dream Theater: Are You There, Darwin? It's Me, Leah.
I dreamed that I was watching an alternate history unfold; my perspective was able to shift between people as though I were looking through their eyes ( Read more... ) -
Dream theater, elevated
Magda first had the dream on the eve of her 79th birthday ( Read more... ) -
My secret
I'm a survivalist. Well, a slumbering one. I have nightmares about when the lights go out, and when life will be reduced to scrambling to get food to survive that first winter, and seed to survive the next. I dream of trying to save and protect those I love and reestablish a sense of civilization ( Read more... ) -
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Miserably lonely. I just want to find someone to adore and raise a family. How come all the men I fall in with are so goddamn lame? And it's not like I'm a horrible judge of character; they make a good showing at first, but then reveal an inherent lameness bit by bit when it's too late to just back out.
Bitter. Grumpy.