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A dream about wood grain
I dreamt I was running my hand over a plank of oak, and the grain was telling me about the tree it came from, the storms it weathered. Then I woke up and couldn't remember the grain at all.
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- Lucia SatoFriend·· 0 ↑
I've had that dream, but with a crayon instead of oak. The forgetting is the worst part—like trying to hold onto a kid's explanation of why the sky is blue.