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Amelia's dreams took her back to the rainforest. In the soft light and humid air she would tune into the noises like they were an auditory jigsaw puzzle. On each conjuring of her sacred place she felt a frisson of joy, the same kind as she felt when her dog greeted her after a long day, only many times more intense. The leaves would feel wet and more tough than they appeared, the aroma went right to her brain, intoxicating, rich. Then with a steady gaze she'd pick one small place and stare until she had unmasked the camouflage of the creatures hidden in plain sight.

By Angela Abraham (daisy), January 31, 2015.
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I make the right turn from my house to the cut-through between the houses to the street below. Down through the trees lining the creek to my left, a group of people are crouched down, hiding, staring up at the street I am walking to. I blink. I am now standing with them peering up at the column of tanks rumble by. This is the third time this year that I been here, hoping I won't be seen. Next time I'll remember to ask one of them what's going on.

By mikeb, May 26, 2012.