The wind shakes […] the shed where you lie. […] the sky is […] visible through a crack in the […]roof, calm as a mirror, very blue. (Somewhere, someone is screaming at the pain of you crawling through their memories.) [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__
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The wind shakes […] the shed where you lie. […] the sky is […] visible through a crack in the […]roof, calm as a mirror, very blue.
The wind shakes […] the shed where you lie. […] the sky is […] visible through a crack in the […]roof, calm as a mirror, very blue. (Somewhere, someone is screaming at the pain of you crawling through their memories.) [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__