Selva oscura–dark wood, but it’s on the inside. Woke in the night, strange hotel, knew I had been dreaming of my dead brother, heard wind in the trees, though I was in a high rise building in a strange city.
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Micro Memoir 321
Selva oscura–dark wood, but it’s on the inside. Woke in the night, strange hotel, knew I had been dreaming of my dead brother, heard wind in the trees, though I was in a high rise building in a strange city.
Planet of the Blind 