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Half-Breed, a story of Fae Apoc for #Patreon patrons
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Isabella opened the Book of her Blood, flipping past the page where Half-Breed was written in scarlet letters…
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I’m going on a trip and I need to buy some time.

It’s at the corner store, between the bread and wine.

The price is good. The shelves are stocked. But how long will it keep?

Was it ethically derived?

Did they harvest it from prisoners, the desperate, or the poor?

Did they gather it from space?
Or did they mine it from Ore?

Did they make it in a lab with photons in a line?

Or is it a product of our convoluted mind?

I’m going to the store. I need to buy some time.

Watching the trees, rivers, birds pass on a train leaving the tropics.
I feel like I actually get somewhere on a train, traveling over land.
Even flying high above the earth, where do I always look? To the ground below.
Why would I want to be anywhere else?

Looking out the window into rainy streets watching cars drive by, imagining the humans inside of them are hiding from the DEADLY falling water outside.
More cars sit on the other side of the road, scattered across a concrete lot, waiting for us like shiny life-preserving capsules.
How would our world look if we needed buildings and cars and umbrellas to protect us from this corrosive liquid falling from the sky?

Gray is the color of elephants and whales. Gray is the color of mice. A gray day is when white clouds block the sun. Gray clouds bring rain. Gray is the color of smoke and shadows. Among the whispers and shuffles, I realize that I am standing in a gray area.

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Twilight by Stephenie Meyer 

“And I was thinking about how disjointedly time seemed to flow in Forks, passing in a blur at times, with single images standing out more clearly than others. And then, at other times, every second was significant, etched in my mind. I knew exactly what had caused the difference, and it disturbed me.”

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Looking forward to formatting tomorrow, which means having words with space.
Words: Can you move, I have to put something here.
White Space: Sorry, I was here first.

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