Cloistered at the Carnival
I once had a dream about a
carnival. Specifically, I dreamed I was living in a little house on carnival
grounds. It was night, but the light streaming in through my
windows was bright and garish. It flashed bursts of purple and white and
blue and yellow, ceaselessly, across walls and floors and
faces. There were other people in the house... (continue)
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