The imagination is a strange and mysterious thing. It can take you to places of beauty in dreams from a wish from which you never want to wake...to nightmares of such darkness and heart wrenching pain, that you wake up with a racing heart, sometimes even in tears grateful to leave that horrific realm behind. It is between both of these worlds that I dwell...somewhere in shadowed light...somewhere just outside the light...somewhere in...
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