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I can't remember what I was thinking about last night. Fantastical wanderings and abstract thoughts swirl a surreal realm of possibilities, as consciousness surrenders control. All I remember is a feeling of white freedom, like a bird soaring through the icy planes of Antarctica. I fall asleep with the feeling of frosted joy, clinging peacefully to my heart. |
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