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Weeds spread freely in
Liminal space. Sweet treasure
Grows on the roadside.
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Beth Sarah
We've been scribbled in the margins of a story that is patently absurd
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Welcome to my new series, a weekly blog on what’s inspiring me. I spent much of last week in bed with a stomach bug. I’ll spare you the details of that—but in addition to the grotesque physical symptoms, I had some fever dreams I won’t soon forget. Imagine my surprise to see Vocal’s newest challenge: Write a fiction story about a recurring dream or nightmare.
By Davina Zinn McKee7 days ago in Journal
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One man's weed is another man's harvest!