In My Dreams….

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A mist fills the air, she makes her way through the mystique. Thorns upon her tender skin, she carefully places her hand upon cheek piercing the pad of her finger, feeling weak. A dove fluttering by, feathers falling as if like glitter. The vision begins to fade and becomes farther away, she wakes realizing it all a dream with much to consider. Continue reading