Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Lions Eyes Comments

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Red lights flashed around, a bright light hovered on top, lights, lights. Flash, like a photographer who didn’t know when or how to stop. Everything whirled, flashed, lit, and hovered around me like pesky lights. Flickers of memories bit and buzzed about, this was a dream. This was a nightmare.
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