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2024-02-19
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I dream with the weight of oceans on my sleep. Family members drop breadcrumbs along the trail of life and death. I hike for hours through the ever-darkening woods until I reach a brightly-lit cabin. It is warm inside, smell of food from the oven. But no one else is here.


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