The Garden of Forking Paths
A place for little short commentaries, musings and drawings.
31 July 2018
A dream at dawn
I dreamt of her at dawn. I dreamt that we were watching a movie in the cinema with her head on my shoulder.
The morning intruded and I returned to the routine of work.
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