Someone passed me a rock as I slept. Someone reached out to me as I walked past them, dreaming of sidewalks and shops, and handed me something. I took it without thinking. So much of that happens outside of thought. I just respond, like running on rails, and not involved with what I am doing. I don’t know where is was, but I know that the sun was out, and there were people everywhere. An echo of times walking in the crowds that I don’t remember. But I was given a rock and I don’t know what i should do.
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