For me, dreams tend to become story ideas. They flit about my sub-conscious like butterflies and if I’m lucky, sometimes I wake up in time to “catch” one and it becomes a story. Someday, I hope that my writing will be good enough to transition my butterfly from being a wall mount, to breathing life back into it so it can be released back into our world. Death and rebirth in the creative process, because beautiful ideas are meant to fly free.

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