Lucid
It was snowing on the moon, big flakes that glimmered in silver streaks against a black backdrop and blended with stars. Tara tilted back, mouth open, and caught one on her tongue. It melted quickly, but it tasted like cotton candy. This is strange, something inside her whispered. She scooped a handful in the palm of her hand--not cold, she
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This began with the poetry that one lives in one's dreams, but there was so much unspoken anxiety within it. And then the anxiety became clear, unwrapping itself for us little by little.
There's so much symbolism here that I picked up (the warm snow made me think of ashes; the tea is something that is supposed to be calming and stimulating), and a lot of it feels private between Jon and Tara.
This is a beautiful, moody, moving piece.
She tasted air for the first time in a year.
And this is exactly how that moment feels.
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Just lovely.
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