Socket 3 - The Legend Of Socket Greeny - Plot & Excerpts
Like it or not. Pike To love deeply is to risk grandly. One cannot be without the other. Chute Those who know, don’t tell. And those who tell, don’t know. Buddhist proverb * * * * * Child’s Play Dreams rarely came to me when I slept. Visions were a different story. I could see them and feel them. Smell them. They were a glimpse of things to come. This night while I slept, I saw a man walking down a crowded sidewalk, a man that hadn’t seen daylight in years. A man destined to never see it again. But in the vision he was there, walking among people with the sun on his face. I wouldn’t believe such a story anymore than Jack climbing a beanstalk. But this was a vision. My visions were rarely wrong. I sat up in a massive chair, my forehead numb from the desk, but it was nothing compared to the cold tingling sensation in my neck, a side-effect of visions, a dense uncomfortable numbness that took hours to fade. I rubbed my neck. I rarely made it to bed. My desk served as a poor substitute.
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