The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The dream always began with the water, a vast, black mirror that stretched out under a sky so pale it looked like old gauze, and in the center of that stillness floated a fern, its fronds unfurling in slow motion, each leaf a perfect, intricate scroll of green that seemed to breathe with a life independent of the earth, and I was not watching it from a distance but I was the fern, I was the...

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