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The Gift
A single leaf falling from a tree, carried gently by the wind before it touches the ground…
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The Dragon
In a small town lived a quiet girl. Her days moved in familiar rhythms — work, her little home, cups of tea, long walks…
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The Shadow That Cast The Girl
She was a shadow. She was awake only where there was light, yet the light never touched her. The world unfolded around her in colour and vibrance, but she could never step fully into it. She tried to chase the colours, to know them, but whenever she reached for them, they faded in her hands…
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The Night Market of Forgotten Songs
She was on holiday in a beautiful, magical little town on the ocean’s shore. Since she arrived, she had a strange feeling that she knew this place intimately, as if she had been there before. The ancient cobbled streets, their stones smoothed by the countless lives that had passed over them through centuries, seemed to…
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The Orchard Where Dawn Was Born
The old man was awakened by a falling star. He looked up at the night sky, the echo of a dream still warm behind his eyes. He had dreamed of an orchard – a green, breathing space filled with trees of many kinds, each crowned with leaves of its own colour and pattern…
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Through The Murky Forest
Almost every night Una dreamed the same dream. She was alone in a deep, murky forest lit only by the dim glow of the moon. She wandered between the trees, trying to find her way out. She tripped over roots pushing through the ground, mistook shifting shadows for creatures lurking in the dark….
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Unbound
She caught a glimpse of a dark shadow nestled in the blades of grass, a shape that seemed to glint as though calling her closer. As she approached, it resolved into a large black feather—jet black at first glance, yet alive with hidden blues and purples where the light touched it….
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The Home of Her Body
She lived in this body for so many years that she hardly even noticed it anymore. She fed it, bathed it, dressed it, groomed it. Usually quite mechanically, barely even looking at it. It was just another responsibility in her life that needed daily attention but didn’t mean much to her….
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Love Story
The crow called three times, cutting through the dark silence just before dawn. The owl turned its head toward the disappearing moon and broke into flight. The crow called once more and the large tree exploded into hundreds of jackdaws, painting spiralling mandalas on the black canvas of the sky…
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The Quiet Gate
It was a cold November morning, the world ready for its winter slumber. Trees, undressed of their leaves, gathered their strength for the next explosion of spring, still months away. I went for one of my walks, through the Foxtail Woods, past the Lying Swamp and all the familiar paths. Then I continued further…
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A Pinch Of Madness 