Dreams 1:8
First find coffee, then find peace.
The Exiled Shaman
Bullfrogs and Stars
Somewhere between the stale hum of bug zappers and the distant yawn of a freight train, he sat on a rotting log, sipping coffee from a chipped mug. Behind him, his disciples argued about whether frogs could feel shame. He didn’t care. He was watching the stars. “Well?” someone
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