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It isn't very often that Antigone has a truly beautiful dream. But when she does, they always seem to mean something.
This has to be one of those times, doesn't it?
At any rate, she's outside this evening, swinging gently on the swing. Trying not to think about what she's dreamed, because then she'll want it and she'll expect it and she doesn't want to risk being disappointed over something so important. Around her, the shadows lengthen.
Summer's drawing to an end.
This has to be one of those times, doesn't it?
At any rate, she's outside this evening, swinging gently on the swing. Trying not to think about what she's dreamed, because then she'll want it and she'll expect it and she doesn't want to risk being disappointed over something so important. Around her, the shadows lengthen.
Summer's drawing to an end.