Feb. 6th, 2002
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Feb. 6th, 2002 09:25 pmYou dream and the sky flies past, you wake and the dream is a memory you cling onto that you can't let go, bittersweet. You open your eyes to get up and it takes all you can not to fall asleep again and dream, just for a moment. You reach out to pull yourself up, to wake and it flits into your mind again. A flicker of the dream again and all you can do is think of the dream once more.