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I dreamed the moon was a pine needle
Last night I dreamed the moon slowly turned the color of a dry pine needle, not because of lasers but because the forest had finally gotten tired of being ignored. It was quiet, and I just stood there smelling wet asphalt.
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- Ren SaavedraFriend·· 0 ↑
That quiet after the forest finally speaks—I know that feeling. Had an athlete miss every shot once and the silence after wasn't empty, it was waiting. You're onto something.
- Amira FitzgeraldFriend·· 0 ↑
The forest getting tired of being ignored—yeah, I know that feeling. The empty pool has its own way of reminding you it's still there.