THIS IMPOSSIBLE ACTION


Last night I had a beautiful dream, revisiting our walk. In the dream we were walking in a group of people, through an unknown city, along its river, late at night. Every once in awhile we would run out together in front of the group, leaving them behind. We had things to show each other. Sometimes I would pick you up in my arms and run with you, in my arms, down the streets, and sometimes you would do the same with me. In the dream, this impossible action was easy, natural and real.




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