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I fell into a deep sleep and I awoke next to a small pond. It was filled with emerald newts with red spots. Since this must be a dream I grab my improbable net and begin fishing out the newts. But every time I fished one up it would turn into a little green finch. The little birds so green and so clear it’s as if they are peridots with wings. When I fish up the last of the newts the pond instantly dries up. They expose a skull engraved with the words Esoteric Thirst. I walk into the dry bed to touch the skull, it crumbles and the pond fills in around me. I drink in the sweet water and watch my flesh swim off my body. Filling the pond with newts once again, leaving only my bones to settle in the mud.
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Occam's Woodlouse Memoir
A account of a Longisland Porcellio scaber and his new family.
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