Salt the Earth

Dad is trying to teach me again. “It's really cool, you know,” he says through the dumb beard he's growing now. “You just need to focus, Alice.” God. I am already, Dad! I am! I reach out into the fabric of reality itself or whatever...

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Hill to Rhopalocera Paradise

The shaman’s magic was used to strike down enemies and win tribal wars, but the butterfly keeper had something nobler in mind.

The Hiker and the Hawk

When light and shade reach a high contrast, the heat burns the weeds, and the pebbles crackle under the soles of the boots of a young ornithologist, his face and arms tanned by a merciless desert sun

Up, Up and Away!

The umbrella loved walking around. The feeling of floating above everybody, awash with the warm streams of rain was inexpressible – he’d go into raptures...

Fresh Ink

A blanket shadowed their world in darkness. They hesitated briefly before starting their journey to the familiar silver ring.

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