Filets de lumière
Where do dreams go when we forget them? Perhaps they drift into morning’s folds, a tide of unfinished visions waiting to return—or to fade into light, into thought, into nothing.
Where do dreams go when we forget them? Perhaps they drift into morning’s folds, a tide of unfinished visions waiting to return—or to fade into light, into thought, into nothing.
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