A heaven named hell
May 4th 2007 It was like an island - shields of water keeping reality at bay. Rain, white and whistling beyond the windows, and morning dreams were the only things real. “Isn’t it time to go?” somebody asked. No one, including the enquirer, bothered to find out. Last night, we were all excited about the morning trek. Now no one wanted to break the spell. We were dreaming about a drenched dewy forest, pe
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