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She (2) Tales from the edge of the morning sky
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S(he)He was awakening. The stiffness of sleep held him tight within its arms. The winter stars were wrapped in sheathes of time about his legs and lower body. From somewhere outside of himself he could feel a growing sense of urgency. A warmth. A remembering. He needed to remember. Wanted to remember. But a great fog of darkness still held him. Whispered to him. Wanted him to remain within it.Somewhere. Somewhere.‘Here.Here.’ He could sense his own voice outside of himself. A movement beyond ...
S(he)He was awakening. The stiffness of sleep held him tight within its arms. The winter stars were wrapped in sheathes of time about his legs and lower body. From somewhere outside of himself he could feel a growing sense of urgency. A warmth. A remembering. He needed to remember. Wanted to remember. But a great fog of darkness still held him. Whispered to him. Wanted him to remain within it.Somewhere. Somewhere.‘Here.Here.’ He could sense his own voice outside of himself. A movement beyond ...
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