The Golden Greenhouse

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The dream is a mouth. It is wide, green, and wet. You are inside it. The walls are ribs of glass, curved and sweating. You know this place. You have mapped it, sketched it, and written three hundred pages on its taxonomy. But in the dream, the glass is not glass. It is skin. It stretches and contracts with a slow, tidal rhythm. You try to speak, but your tongue is heavy, coated in a thick,...

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