Sunday, March 10, 2013
Posted by
Iolanthe Lore
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12:21 AM
I dreamt my grandma made a feast of my country's food, then climbed the tallest tower in our house. Once she reached the floor with broken walls and a setting sun, she passed away, disappearing as the sky turned dark.
I was at a convention, and people and I sifted through bags, seeking food or treasure, even though it was other people's garbage.
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