“Heyy. Howdy! Welcome to 108. You must be the Golden Girl I’ve heard about.”
“Well,” I said. “My hair is golden for sure. Some say dirty blonde but I like the metal.”
“Who doesn’t, who doesn’t? Come on in. I have *so* many things to show you, Golden Girl! Mineral. Plant. Animal. You name it!”
“I think you just did.”
“Hee hee, you’re a bright one. A big bright piece of shinyy gold, yeahh.” He waves without speaking again. He’s fading.
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“I found this after the dream. He must have been from the Moon.”
“Or the *Moon* of the Moon,” spoke the old hag more wisely than me, per usual. Not a golden girl any longer but, ooh, once upon a time…
Sunklands 