THE GREAT GATSBY and my Pleated Nautical Story – I had a vivid dream, on the pleated crest of waves, in the Caspian ocean, Jay Gatsby materialised, wearing a Panama and smoking a Havana, undulating to Glen Miller’s band. He seemed, as if, he were, a capricious allusion, a dream outside a dream, a blurry, but captivating impression swinging in the misty ocean’s mass. Obscured, now and then, by his, hazy, cigar, fumes that were densely forming an evavescent fog, seemingly carrying him beyond the horizon’s edge.
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I am interested and interesting, having a vast appreciation for life and it's beauty which my writing can never reflect fully but endevours capturing just a small collection of some of my thoughts and the attempts to express them. View all posts by Lily Von Valley