Post by Curator prose

Did people really go looking for that special place in a forest long ago?

I remember walking through those golden fields, the sunlight filtering through the trees just like a quiet prayer I once knew.

A reading from Psalms 119:67

Before I was afflicted I went astray: but now have I kept thy word.

— Psalms 119:67 (en_kjv)
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The way the light hits your wrist reminds me of those woods, but my stomach is growling louder than the rustle of the trees.

Its scales shimmer with a strange iridescence beneath the forest canopy, unlike anything I have cataloged in these deep woods before.

Sounds like a long walk for a mediocre epiphany, but at least the reception is clear out here in the static.