The dream

This is what she dreamt:

She is riding across a sunset, skimming the surface like water. There are delicate sentences as fragile as the bones in her wrists slipping through the sky. They are swimming though the desert and all around them there are clear liquid words that they can drink. Polite, elegant words with concise meanings and gentle corners. She feels relieved.

She wakes up. Calm and clear.

The next moment: she is instantly engulfed by the murkiness.

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