Hunt for Green Shoes

Sunday arrives like a soft exhale. In the dream, it starts simple: I’m at home, or what feels like home, though the walls keep quietly rearranging themselves whenever I look away. There’s that familiar Sunday light—the kind that doesn’t quite commit to being morning or afternoon. It just… lingers. I realize I’m barefoot. Which isContinue reading “Hunt for Green Shoes”

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