short-story
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This morning I woke up from a dream so powerful that it continued running through my mind as I got out of bed. In the dream, I had gone to a large modern estate made of clean cut light slab marble, almost like a museum or institutional setting, but without any windows. I was there
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Task-Bunnies, OfferUps, & Other Random Masked Encounters. Lately life feels heavy. Things are not “great again” whatever the hell that was supposed to mean, more like “worse than ever”. Since laughter is good medicine, I thought I would write about a happier time. Hard to believe that the pandemic could ever be referred to as
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In a hotel suite, Maya, an elderly woman, awaits breakfast while being cared for by Jenny. As the morning unfolds, Jenny shares lighthearted moments with a hotel porter named Jay, who brings breakfast. The interaction highlights Maya’s frailty and longing for connection amid Jenny’s internal struggle with her own sacrificed life.
Lost Art of Mystery 