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Mar. 17th, 2005 03:04 pmI dreamt of sleet.
I walked out of a building, extended my hand, and it filled with particles of ice.
The weather is infiltrating my subconscious.
The weather should stop it.
Now.
I walked out of a building, extended my hand, and it filled with particles of ice.
The weather is infiltrating my subconscious.
The weather should stop it.
Now.
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Date: 2005-03-17 08:34 pm (UTC)