
THREE WHITE LIONS: Week: 50 Day: 3 and Counting
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Was it a dream? Or was it reality? The tallest White Lion, Barbara, had not nearly removed herself from the dream. Its tendrils clung to her legs as she tried to walk away from it. With a final tug, she emerged into the now:”
‘I had the most beautiful, awful dream in my life! I know. I know. That does not make sense. Let me see if I can translate it into words. I was in the woods, not our timber, but some far north of here. And it was cold, so very cold. Only the pines added color to the landscape, and a sliver of the moon was always shining.
‘But I had to go there for some reason. A path even darker than the road pulled me deeper into the forest. I could hear animals moaning and the trees groaning in the wind that never stopped.'
Read Three White Lions at Amazon. Kindle-Vella. Gloria Christie.