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There are signs everywhere you look. Like, signs from the universe. Today I ran through the fog, and I wondered if the fog was signifying something deeper and more pervasive than the situation at hand. It was warm fog, too. I ran through the warm fog, drenched in my own hot sweat, looking for a sign...
Abuse is not visible to the naked eye. It lurks some place deeper, where only those who have learned from experience can recognize its signs. We have all been there, in some way or another. We hope it will go away, and that others can walk free.
And they knew exactly what was going on. She didn't feel it in herself, but her skin gave her away. She was glowing, a goddess of fertility, with skin the color of wheat waving in the dusk light. They smiled knowingly. She just ate her cereal, in distracted oblivion.
Textiles, especially silken ones. Waterbeds, too. Waterbeds covered in silk. Just don't try and jump on them, they'll pop and ruin the silk.
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