Rare-sweet the air in that unimagined country—
My spirit had wandered far
From its weary body close-enwrapt in slumber
Where its home and earth-friends are;
A milk-like air—and of light all abundance;
And there a river clear
Painting the scene like a picture on its bosom,
Green foliage drifting near.
— Walter de la Mare, from "The Unfinished Dream"
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That's all the content for this part again.
We're moving from the known world to the unknown now. Somnambulance was rather nostalgic to write because a lot of the experiences are familiar to me. It's like an idealized version of my childhood. I live by the hills; I grew up by them. But the hills are rarely green except in winter. The heat of California makes them golden most of the time. A lot of the school experiences are familiar, from the wait after school (which I wish I could think of fondly) to the nicknames for students with the same name. (I went to school with someone who had the exact same first and last name as me, and sometimes we were in the same class. There are no easy nicknames for our name. We were known by our first name and middle initial.)
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Midnight Wonders
FantasyFor Luc, life began seven years ago. It began on a bus, by the hills, beneath a black sky, with no one at his side but his sister, Cora. His world is mundane, routine, and perfectly adequate. At work, he teaches, and at home, he takes care of Cora...
