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Saturday, October 11, 2008
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That Olde Felon Herb
Reaching around the gate, her stained fingers carefully grabbed the olde felon herb. She didn't need it to help with her dreams. They were always vivid enough, but tonight, with the warm wind and the flowers blooming she wanted to go deeper into her subconscious. Deeper into a safe darkness. Stepping a little closer, her coarse bare feet disturbed a puddle that surprised her by its depth...and its reflection.