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DREAMS
Rise, Child.
Patty was now on the border of dreams and reality. Elements of her real surroundings intertwined with that of her dreams. The cool and gentle sea breeze that was intermittently caressing her face, was slowly transforming into the harsh, continuous flow of air from the electric fan. The warm, soothing rays ( Read more... )
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