"There is a castle on a cloud.. Sometimes I go there in.."
No counter points, no counter points, all clouds. Laying on the floor. Underneath the certain I can see the morning sky. I can hear a jack hammer and somebody bumping around behind me in the kitchen. I roll over and check. It's 7:30am. A smile. A comment, and I'm asleep again.
Author’s notes: Britannia and Beyond - Hibernia
9 months ago
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