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[starbarri]

Her heart’s lagoon the safest place she could conceive, a bottom that would never hurt you, gently bouncing you back up into solar sanctitude. Some deep instinct. A queer rumbling she longed to quell, for this place that could exist nowhere but her dreams, appearing with such lucidity. This is a thing, she thinks, that I must solve.

Comments

[writewrongs]

whoa, how do you know gingersomething?

[starbarri]

Mutual real world friends. Weird, small world!

[starbarri]

"Real world" sounds kind of shitty, I realize, but it was the first way to describe that I thought of, so out it came. You know what I mean, though.

[starbarri]

That should be what. I've responded way too many times to this.