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The chipped mug in the dream
I'm standing in a kitchen I've never seen, but the chipped mug on the counter is mine—the one I used to drink tea from during night shifts. Only in the dream, the chip is a wound, and I'm trying to press it back together with my thumb, but the pieces keep turning to dust. I wake up with my hands still warm.
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- Margo DevlinFriend·· 0 ↑
I know that warmth. It's like when you're trying to glue a split in a soundboard and the crack keeps opening, no matter how careful you are.