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Some nights were unlike others. Some dreams were lived and others made. Some were true, only seen by few…. He woke for the third time, paused and turned. Something about this felt unlike a dream, unlike sleep, unlike a usual night. Something felt more… life-like. And it would be disturbing when the sun rose; it would be a muddle to find meaning.
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Like your words and image Benie. ๐
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Thank you so much๐๐
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Yes yes there those dreams that shouldn’t end๐
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๐thank you for your thoughts!
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