17 June 2015

daily page 15-0617
I stood on a hill, I walked by a stream, I traveled on roads when the world was a dream.
I know these places. I had been here soon, when the sun was asleep, when the light was moon.

Odd half-dream last night, remembering places I could see in detail but could not at all place in the waking world, or tell how I knew them, what I’d done there, and why it felt so significant.

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