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this pile of cranes that I just can't seem to throw away they've moved house with me, seen in a New Year or two been blown by the wind and faded by the sun been photographed and fondled and forgotten but in their haphazard pile they are still beautiful still created by my hand, and a small part of me
this morning I wrote my dream down in a new notebook with a fresh sharp pencil straight from the box I noticed that I wrote neater and easier that writing down my dream wasn't such a struggle I love the way the notebook feels in my hand the way the pencil slides perfectly into the ring-binding how the cover is so full of life and colour and goes outside the boarders of the page just like a dream . . .
As I type up my dream in the light of day I feel my reluctance to fall back into its cloying images. I find my curiosities and insecurities have followed me into my dream life, as have my desires. I reassure myself that the meaning will be revealed.