Out from under the monster, the little escort skipped a strong bounce propelling her into the concatenate dimension of wild blue waters swirling and bubbling in effervescent spheres of breathable air. The oxygen was so concentrated that she was lost in a high so soothing it consumed all of the stress that had weighed down upon her naked shoulders. The water washed away the paint covering the rest of her body, leaving her skin clean and pink. She floated within the warm liquid and dreamed of gardens of shining gems in brilliant reds, dazzling purples and luscious greens. She gave herself over to the amniotic womb and knew she could die here happy.
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Sunday, January 06, 2008
Dimensional Garden
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