Day 3: Sanctuary

It’s good to be in the Evantonian Sanctuary.
Behind the walls.

As I look out of my cottage door,
I see the dock pointing to the lake.

Something is bothering me–
I’m not really sure why I’m here.
All I remember is my dream.
I’m going to pay a lot of attention to the past now.
I’m going to remember what I can remember.

The grass is green.
The lake has whitecaps.
I think I’m safe.

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