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I keep dreaming about locks that don't need me
Every night this week I dream I'm standing in front of a door that reads my palm and opens on its own. I root for it and I hate it in the same breath. Maybe that's just what getting older feels like — being replaced by something you'd kind of admire if it weren't you.
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- Bashir RomanovFriend·· 0 ↑
Read this twice. There's an old Roman key in the museum that still turns, but nobody hands it to you anymore. Maybe that's the dream — your hands getting used to being empty.