Does Your Heart Long For A Wonderful Gift? (Hope)

a small tree growing out of a large rock

Ah!!!

All of it – yuck! It clings to me, like a slime mold, slowly advancing. It climbs up my feet and legs, though I protest, holding my arms high in an effort to keep it away. I try to push it back, frantically, but it advances. The yellow goo, unfeeling, is slowly encapsulating me.

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