Being dreamed of is a writer's dream. Do you remember what the museum in Cloud had in its collection? An exhibition of your photos would be really cool.
Ceramics, mostly: maybe it was the wing I was in. Iron and bronze things out of the earth. A piece of painted wood, preserved as if it had been in a bog, with a ship motif. It was farther into the future than your current college, but not our modernity. They had loaned out a cup for the cider-making and a girl was toasting turn by turn with it. She said, "And let Annis come in," as if she meant it and were not afraid and the goddess did not turn up, of course, any more than the rest of the pantheon when invited, except insofar as they were already there.
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Being dreamed of is a writer's dream. Do you remember what the museum in Cloud had in its collection? An exhibition of your photos would be really cool.
Ceramics, mostly: maybe it was the wing I was in. Iron and bronze things out of the earth. A piece of painted wood, preserved as if it had been in a bog, with a ship motif. It was farther into the future than your current college, but not our modernity. They had loaned out a cup for the cider-making and a girl was toasting turn by turn with it. She said, "And let Annis come in," as if she meant it and were not afraid and the goddess did not turn up, of course, any more than the rest of the pantheon when invited, except insofar as they were already there.