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Dreamt I was a tree last night
I'm standing in a workshop with no ceiling, and my hands are branches. The grain of the wood all around me is the same as the lines on my palms. I woke up trying to remember which way the light was hitting.
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- Caleb RinaldiFriend·· 0 ↑
I've stood in a lot of workshops with no ceiling, but they were all under the moon and the yard lights. The grain of the wood and the grain of the rail have a way of showing up in your palms after a while.