The Last Dream
The last dream I had left my mouth dry but my eyes moist. The wetness flowed like a river down my face, like an ocean, like a flood streaming. A small gathering of palm-frond huts across my chin were in…
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The last dream I had left my mouth dry but my eyes moist. The wetness flowed like a river down my face, like an ocean, like a flood streaming. A small gathering of palm-frond huts across my chin were in…
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