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The Cost

It was a job, time spent with tasks to do for someone else, repetitive meaninglessness stealing her creativity. It was security, providing benefits unless she needed them, the biggest benefit of all the dreams where she was somewhere else. It … Continue reading

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Her Consciousness Screamed

Her dream balance tipped, spilled into her waking hours, opening her eyes, not to mystery, but to a reality possessing no tolerance for creative minds like hers. Her consciousness screamed, keenly aware that her creative mind had no business being … Continue reading

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