She was walking out of the woods and it was on fire. Not a real fire but a painted fire, like with yellow and orange cardboard cut into the shape of flames. She was wearing a cardboard crown she had made. She was speaking softly into a microphone. No, she was humming.

 

(other men’s dreams)

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