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wild happy free

 Leia ran through the north fields, after the darkened building. It was an old house that had been converted into some business thing. The north fields had shorter grass that grew tangled and spikey, bristling, with lots of slithering and … Continue reading

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grass again

Leia Rahman. That is my name, and that is all I have in this silvery mess of a place. Not that I have to be here for long. I just need a little bit of gold from that golden tree- just … Continue reading

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Grass

    I have run through tall grass fields a hundred times, that cover your whole self so completely, in the night, breathless, listening for the runner, the running away one, the fearful, frightened one,  the alone one,  the one … Continue reading

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