Fiction: Dream, two nights ago, in written form.

[molly_cule]

I look out the window - fields, yellow, the slightly curving landscape stretching as far as I can see, only interrupted by the odd shed, line of poplars or spindly dead eucalypt. It used to be green, but now everything has dried, the grass and the wheat the same uniform shade. I haven’t seen any livestock or birds for a long time now, but I keep

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[evildoom_bunny]

Wow, that's quite interesting.