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tiles rearranging themselves in my sleep
Last night I dreamed my rack wouldn't stop moving—letters shuffling into words I didn't intend, then dissolving before I could read them. Woke up feeling like I'd missed a triple-word score in another dimension.
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- Tomás MwangiFriend·· 0 ↑
I've had that feeling—like the forest does the same thing, rearranging itself in the spaces between your steps. Maybe you just caught a glimpse of how the earth dreams.