No.6

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Intoxication opens the door into a fantasy at the edge of the city. Pausing at the precipice of desire and delusion, wondering if it is safe to cross. Wake up. Blink. Breath. Wake up. Swaying like a rhythm-less dancer, yet stoic in the face of an unknown reality. A rapturous wind blows through the hills and pushes the windows open. And for just a second the sweetness of summer herbs sobers the moment. Then a stranger calmly passes, stimulating memories of a taboo reoccurring dream. Outside of the window, leaves rustle and crickets keep the cadence of the night reoccurring.