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I time-travel in my dreams. I am not awakening from sleep,                     but returning from a sojourn to the past. My eyes carry freshly-plucked anguish to the present -                     though it belongs here only after being wrapped tightly by years of time,                                         well-preserved but impossible to taste directly.
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Jun 22, 2010
Jun 22, 2010 at 1:25 PM UTC
time-travel
I time-travel in my dreams. I am not awakening from sleep,                     but returning from a sojourn to the past. My eyes carry freshly-plucked anguish to the present -                     though it belongs here only after being wrapped tightly by years of time,                                         well-preserved but impossible to taste directly.
- june 2010
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Jun 22, 2010
Jun 22, 2010 at 1:25 PM UTC
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