Restless, the earth shrugs
Folding, reaching for itself
Ancient alchemy
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Kiera G
NorCal-based. Would rather be writing about made-up people. Locked in a constant struggle with her cat (irreconcilable differences over the best use of a notebook).
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I Am a Prisoner who Dreams of Prisons
The dream always starts the same: I feel the cold bite of wind gnawing through clothes entirely inadequate to protect from the weather and I realize I am standing in line. Ahead of me and behind me are other inmates, identified by the burgundy scrubs we were issued upon arrival. I don't know where we're going.
By Kyle Cejka2 days ago in Fiction
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