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Time bled from the great vines of the canopy like blood oozing from an open wound. The sun, the moon and the stars above remained mere suggestions as they travelled. The thicket consu…
Lukas Unger
Nevena Pascaleva
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That’s a cool metaphor.
A writer of evocative fiction and introspective personal essays. Owner of the publication "Tales of Blue".
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