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I had a dream that my thoughts were sifted out of my head into a bowl, they were grains, a million dahlia beads that surfaced on a cerise reef, split from top to bottom, I didn't mind so much, to be honest
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Dec 14, 2012
Dec 14, 2012 at 11:48 AM UTC
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I had a dream that my thoughts were sifted out of my head into a bowl, they were grains, a million dahlia beads that surfaced on a cerise reef, split from top to bottom, I didn't mind so much, to be honest
(c) Brooke Otto
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Dec 14, 2012
Dec 14, 2012 at 11:48 AM UTC
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