"She comes now for you little one. Do not be afraid. Her song is sweet and her touch warmer than the bellies of any infant mammal. She's proud of you, you are her greatest creation. She misses you. Don't you want to be there with her? In between the bark and branch? Don't you want to feel the rosy thorns kiss you once again? Don't you want it? Don't you want peace?" The voice in my head grew louder as a white dress become to form out from the trees. "Nu-uh!" I thought and ran back inside the Panera Breadâ„¢.
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