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Her eyes stared at the ceiling as it came in and out of focus. Knots in the woodgrain took on the shapes of faces: people she had known, monsters she had seen, and places she had visited, both in body and in spirit. (3/4) #wss366

Her mind exploded with a rush of color and sound. She took another puff and another. Then she set the pipe on her bedstand and laid down while she exhaled. Her thoughts emptied out as her consciousness began to sail through a dark and formless void. (2/4) #wss366

After the other witches left, Gretchen went into her bedroom and got a pinch of her special mix from the jar on the back shelf. She sat on the edge of her bed while she loaded her pipe and tamped it down. Then she lit the mixture and inhaled. (1/4) #wss366

I wrote a reflection on the role of fantasy in my writing. https://stevendbrewer.com/maybe-not-my-every-fantasy/ #writinglife

Kendrick Park in Amherst. #WesternMass