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I slept 45 minutes, last night, and in that time, i dreamt of being small in the smallest continent, which nevertheless could look so huge and wide-sprawling
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and red. it felt like mars.
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how did that poem go? the sky held its breath?-- it was like that, but minus the air altogether. I woke up gasping and thirsty. When i was small, my mother found the water.
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