Journal #16: THE PEPPERLAND POST

I wake up glued with cold sweat to the second-hand sleeping bag and for a few long seconds, emerging from the dream, it feels like I have forgotten to do something. "I've forgotten to do something", I mumble beneath my breath and roll over, vaguely aware of the almost imperceptible rocking sensation of the island. … Continue reading Journal #16: THE PEPPERLAND POST

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