STORY STARTER
It’s the middle of November and I'm trudging through three feet of snow because, much to my dismay, bodies don't just bury themselves.
Write a story starting with this sentence.
Dreaming While Awake
I met a lost and damaged soul
Someone like me I could finally hold
Her heart though scarred held tales untold
Of battles fought and dreams grown cold
In her eyes a universe of pain
Yet a glimmer of hope like gentle rain
We spoke of nights and days of new
Of healing hearts and skies so blue
In love we fell on that fateful night
Two broken souls once lost alone now finding lightTogether we are mended piece by piece
In each other's arms finding peace
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