I am born. Eden expels again.
My breath-scream calls to the first born - the one of dust. Its echo summons down to the mother of first flesh.
And each awaken voice sings the song of life. As the melody gets louder my eyes open and I begin my notes.
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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.