Domes are built to resonate with energy and make a lasting impact on people inside.
But they also restrict the sky and the invasion of new thought processes.
New thought? Is that rebellion?
It is the beginning of a new era.
It will make people long for the beautiful, principled past.
Only if they survive to tell the tales.
I feel a chilling wind cutting through my bones. Am I sprucing up for change, or dissolving in ether?
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I like how your story here goes from descriptive and philosophical to personal and thoughtful
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Thank you so much! Your continuing appreciation means a lot.
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🥰💞
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Loved this Reena bravo well done a wonderful piece! 🎊🎊💐💐✌️✌️
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Thanks a ton, Carol!
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I live the detail of the thought process here Reena 🙌
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Thank you, Ange!
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It felt like a struggle from within. Great story.
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Thanks!
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Interesting juxtaposition here, Reena, with the dualling voices. Great job.
-David
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Thank you, David!
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Seems this person is heading for metamorphosis but not yet ready.
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Let’s wish him the best 😀
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Beautiful contemplation, Reena.
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Thank you, Lisa!
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You are welcome.
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Love the thought process, where one idea leads to another.
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Thank you, Diana!
It reminded me of the Stoddard Temple that Howard Roark builds in the novel “Fountainhead” by Ayn Rand, and all that he holds against making people feel dwarfed under imposing structures.
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What rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
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Antigods are turning in another remote corner of the world.
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