“Starseed,” she’d called me. This word echoed in my mind, bouncing off half-formed structures crafted from similar substances. What did it mean? What would become of me if I followed her advice? Would the pain and suffering, confusion and desperation finally clear up, finally allow the light into this world of darkness I’d lived so long in?
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Two childhood friends have a lighthearted discussion during their daily morning breakfast meeting at the local cafe by the sea.
Jax Bayne 