795.

A vision cast in
duality. An echo
of the heart inside.

794.

It all begins in
a small room, cornered by sharp
edges meant to blunt.

793.

And the upside down
world returns, bearing a new
tide to wash away.

792.

Cause the sand castle
of those dreams is eroding
past the shore beneath.

791.

And is the only
thing of value to be fought
for right now and on.

790.

No matter the line
drawn between points of fiction,
realism persists.

789.

Because what is wrong
is not something a book or
its author can fix.