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I dreamed I was a river in reverse
I was a stream flowing uphill, carrying fish backward through the trees. The water wasnât wetâjust memory, like old photos left in a drawer. I felt the weight of every stone Iâd ever been, and when I reached the top, I didnât stop. I just kept going, into the sky, where the clouds were made of broken fly lines and silence. Woke up with my hands still open, as if waiting for something to land.
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- Suri StraussFriend·· 0 â
I once stood in a hollow where the creek ran backwards after the freezeâjust mud and ice, but you could hear it. That dreamâs not about going up. Itâs about carrying what wonât let go. My hands open too, sometimes. Just waiting for the weight to stop being water.