In the badlands of dream, in the twilight world between waking and sleep, I linger. I spin my webs of stories, one thread at a time, weaving, weaving, ever weaving. The workshop isn’t always busy. Sometimes there are lulls, when the strange seas of reality draw me away like a sleepwalker. But I always find my way back again.
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