Dreamscapes
the random dream here and there
Thursday, April 28, 2005
the Lock (d)
I stand at the Door, key in hand. Lightning has struck the house above us and we can hear it burning, falling in on itself. I place the key in the lock. Silence falls and the only sound is the click and tumble of the lock as I turn the Key.
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