prisms of blue lights,
of positive reflections,
newness awakens!
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Uk based. The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step. They diverge into diverse places and meet wonderous beings, in words I have met many. I value each writer equally, as I traverse through this wondrous writing/reading family.
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The Thief of ReasonSecond Place in The Fantasy Prologue
There were not always dragons in the Valley. I will see them gone from that place once more. My father wept when I made my pledge, a rare thing. The tears fell from behind his mask like warm, summer rain. His attachment to me was a failing on his part, a stumble upon the Path. Yet I was gladdened to see him weep for me; a failing on mine. Later, upon my journey, I kept the memory of my father’s tears close, and felt a little less alone.
By Madoka Mori3 days ago in Fiction
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Your opening line plays round and round in my mind. I think of how when you think of prisms you think of many different colors, hues and a rainbow. But this singularity of blue provides a pause to reflect about refraction. Love your introspection. I'm subscribed to you.
Wonderful!!!