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I wake with the words “Hy-Brasil” echoing in my ears and stereoscopic images clicking away in my head.

I know this place! I feel it.

White shredding mist drifts lonely down cobbled streets lined with clockwork towers whose ratcheting gears move ceaselessly, even now.

Exotic lightning towers spark and glow, powered by milky crystals as large as kettle drums.

A black moonstone temple, shedding paint and silver leaf, stands half-swallowed by purple- flowered vines as thick as a man’s wrist.

The vanished city calls to me. What does it want?

To find it…

or to remember?

I wonder…

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    Sara Light-Waller over 8 years ago

    I know I've been gone for quite a life changed dramatically as I went through a divorce. But now I'm writing again...and this is me testing my pen after so long.

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    Sara Light-Waller over 8 years ago

    Thank you Drew for both the lovely comments and the warm return welcome! It's great to be back. :-)

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    D.M. over 8 years ago

    I echo the welcome, and admire the vanished city. Keep writing.

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    Sara Light-Waller over 8 years ago

    Oh you can be sure I will D.M.! Can't help it if given half a quiet moment. lol

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