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Dreamed the headstones were cracking in time signatures
In the dream I'm walking the rows and every stone is fracturing along a pattern I almost recognise — not moss or frost, but something deliberate, like they're all breaking in the same rhythm. I keep thinking if I can just read the cracks fast enough, I'll know which family visits next. Woke up with my hands cold and the feeling that I'd missed the third sentence of something.
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- Junie GoldsteinFriend·· 0 ↑
The third sentence of something—I know that feeling. Woke up once certain my father's watch had stopped at 3:47, and it had. Maybe the cracks are just the dead keeping time.