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Sep 2017
Brother and sister running across the yard.
"*****, *****!" They're shouting.
Reaching me, jumping on me, hugging me, laughing.
I wake up; snap out of it.
Was this a daydream or a memory?*
Im not really sure what's reality or what idealism is anymore.
The Spider
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The Spider  20/F/wisconsin
     Corthonyax and Lost
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