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When You Are Closest to the Beast I'm standing near the tip of a hill. Above me stands an older woman, of an appearance I can not exactly recall. The emphasis is on what she has to say. She stands above me, indicating what looks like a silver central circle, with 'petals' around the outside (maybe 8 or so?). It's small,... |
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Hanging up Happiness at the Window I'm walking out on the edge of a cliff. It's a long, long way down. I can sense that. Cautiously, I peak my way out past the edge. I have this impression that I'm supposed to go down to the sand flats down below, but it looks like a few hundred metres down that way, with no sign of a path... |
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Bowling Alley Poverty I was hanging out or possibly living with these people who were really poor. I'm not sure if I was poor too, but we hanged out a lot, that's for sure. Anyway, these guys had found a small abandoned building, which they now used as a home. The area used was actually a really small, old bowling... |
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