I dreamed last night that I was writing a story for
ashlyme. All I can remember is a garden and sunlight on a web of raindrops. Some bricks. A painted door. And something dead, but I don't think that's unusual for either of our stories or dreams.
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- 1: The ocean is faithful and the Devil's a liar
- 2: The ghosts of them surround me
- 3: I specialize in opera myself
- 4: Can't I take my own binoculars out?
- 5: And those who can remember when the night sky was a tapestry
- 6: Plates will shift and the earth will groan
- 7: Look into that smoldering building's bombed-out fog until it finally lifts
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