I'm in print again! That always makes me feel good. And in good company too.
Here's how ""Dream Atlas" begins:
This is new, she thought. Remember it.
In her dream, a red-and-white bird with sharp little teeth was fussing over its eggs, turning them with its beak. They were ivory, speckled with brown, and nestled atop a bed of ferns inside a shallow dirt cave. Eleanor heard ocean waves crashing and the sharp cries of other toothbirds as they flashed by. She smelled the salt air, the ferns, the dirt, the sweet tang of droppings—and that was unusual. All within a bright circle of light in the gloom. It was like peering down a long, dim tunnel.
Eleanor knew it was a dream because she was a lucid dreamer and…
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