mind over matter
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Ongoing7m
Last published Sun, Apr 23, 2017
all that space. the trees, reaching out to touch the sky. time seemed to slow down out here, fall into placid rhythms as the creek had beside her. it was dark but she could almost make out the rugged face in the trees. he was there in her mind, so clear, and she reached out to touch him, but it disappeared as soon as she started to believe it with her own eyes.
the dreams of him started that night.
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