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"Surreal and poetic reflections on life and imagination... told in 3rd person through the dreams and adventures of two beings, Sa and Atee." 

Tuesday, December 11

The World of Sleeping In the Meadows

A fire grew besides Sa as he awoke. It was a friendly fire. One that had deflected off his head and took form on the ground.

Sa saw children jumping rope, splashing in a rose-colored puddle. He saw a tree dying, cut off by a fence. A lone bird circling the cloudless sky in the peachy twilight.

Sa heard the rumbling of a boat engine. It was the time to board.

There were few things Sa enjoyed as much as gazing out the windows of moving vehicles. Few things that came as close to touching paradise with his eyes.

When Sa closed his eyes he could see the stars. Recently, he had had a nightmare. He was trying to escape but fear had paralyzed him from taking even one step. Afterward, Sa awoke haunted by this chilling premonition.

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