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I have been collecting what you write. It’s not gross, or to forward, it’s poetic.
There was a red winged dragon, a frog and shells- there were dreams recognizing and meeting
They are up and then they are gone.
I think my world when I am asleep has to be where I would want to escape. It’s better than any book I’ve read, much better than the reality that I live in.
I reside here as well. I don’t think I am meant for the waking life.
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