“Where are we?” The bird only cooed in response, looking at her with anticipation. Something was different. Where was the river? Where was the forest? Where was the twinkling light of the sunrise in the morning? No, this was a great empty hall and a hallowness — a sound she had never heard before. It…
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i’m hoping that underneath the surface filled with storms and sharp currents fierce winds that whip cheeks heavy waves that seem to never end that there is a space of calm and depth its sophistication so intense that those who witness it would be in awe make someone look twice then dive under deep with…