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I had a dream last night
About a place that does not exist. Or on the moon, right after the traffic light.
There, the sky is pink, and the sun is blue. White birds fly over endless red fields of wheat, and brown oxes gallop all the way to the hilltops.
I can lie down, couting the endless stars, waiting until the sunrise to see the world change.
I am alone.