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it goes on flying anyway
Ellen in the Constancy of Avalon with Apian Forge
You. You are tired. The kind of half-sleep that blurs the line between wakefulness and rest, the kind of comfortable that could keep a person in bed through a house fire. The ground you lay on is warm, hard and smooth, if you manage to part your eyelids it is completely pitch black. Muffled voices intermingle with your dreams. Somebody's out there. |
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it goes on flying anyway
Ellen in the Constancy of Avalon with Apian Forge
You. You are tired. The kind of half-sleep that blurs the line between wakefulness and rest, the kind of comfortable that could keep a person in bed through a house fire. The ground you lay on is warm, hard and smooth, if you manage to part your eyelids it is completely pitch black. Muffled voices intermingle with your dreams. Somebody's out there. |
