Lit corridors
Oct. 6th, 2008 05:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nonomoribirdWhere am I? This place is full of light. Before, the sea was near me and the rocks were falling. The boy was leaving on a boat.
I do not understand. How can this be? I must be dreaming, for I was surely about to die.
Or perhaps… perhaps the boy is here. I must find him, though I do not know his name.
I do not understand. How can this be? I must be dreaming, for I was surely about to die.
Or perhaps… perhaps the boy is here. I must find him, though I do not know his name.
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Date: 2008-10-12 07:31 am (UTC)It'll cost you though.
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Date: 2008-10-12 07:34 am (UTC)Cost? What is that?
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Date: 2008-10-12 07:35 am (UTC)Where are you? I'll play my violin for you. Music, yeah?
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Date: 2008-10-12 07:43 am (UTC)That sounds nice. I think I would enjoy that.
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Date: 2008-10-12 07:49 am (UTC)Stay there and tell anybody who comes near you to fuck off, got it?
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Date: 2008-10-12 07:55 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-10-12 08:26 am (UTC)