Slipping down a mountain slope

I had a dream.

I was on a mountain side. There was a river we had crossed, it was red, vivid, with bright colored leaves strewn about in a delightful way, and I could not find the words to describe it.

I reached for a pencil to write with and started slipping down the mountain slope towards the edge.

Someone said, “You write too much. Stop writing.”

I said, “Never.”

 

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4 Responses to Slipping down a mountain slope

  1. Laith says:

    This is a really good piece!

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