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An adorable animal, similar in looks to raccoon-dogs called tanuki slinks between the gap of a dream babe’s legs as she and I chat. It scurries off and leaves me smiling. Behind her I see in the distance the cross atop a stone monastery and then much closer two hooded figures sitting on a rock face a hundred or so feet away. These cloaked and upright beings are both very shiny, with light grey flesh and no visible eyes. One yawns and I see all its wet and long teeth glisten in the island sun. The other is smiling sweetly in our direction and petting a small sheep tucked under its arm. As my dreamy interlocutor proceeds to catch me up on her life I notice that the hooded animals begin to slowly feed on the sheep. The sheep’s body slowly transforms into a bloody mass. I do not know, I could not tell, if the sheep was already dead or still alive before these began to eat it.
A tremendously loud blast ends our conversation about phones. Behind the monastery I see rising a great cloud of dark smoke against the pale blue sky. The gossamer clouds above us turn black as the smoke swirls farther up through the atmosphere. I wonder what could have happened behind the monastery. Some great exorcism of one of Bahamian history’s ghosts from the dense brush… Mount Alvernia, with the monastery atop it becomes a dark shadow in front of the smoke. My dreamy friend logs off and I am left to sit an inhale the humid smog in solitude.
A tremendously loud blast ends our conversation about phones. Behind the monastery I see rising a great cloud of dark smoke against the pale blue sky. The gossamer clouds above us turn black as the smoke swirls farther up through the atmosphere. I wonder what could have happened behind the monastery. Some great exorcism of one of Bahamian history’s ghosts from the dense brush… Mount Alvernia, with the monastery atop it becomes a dark shadow in front of the smoke. My dreamy friend logs off and I am left to sit an inhale the humid smog in solitude.