Some kind of music festival, banners and ribbons surround. A wide crowd of people I knew, writers mostly. One in particular, a friend, kept asking me questions. I was trying to answer without letting him see my hands. The book I was holding was slippery with my blood and I kept trying to wipe off the cover, so no one would see. Another friend, someone I haven't seen in a long time, kissed me on his way by.
I fell into a sea of ribbons, the field was gone and there were only tangles of shiny silk, multi-coloured wavelings.
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