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Dreamt I was checking diplomatic bags in a city where the streets were made of water
I kept trying to open a pouch but the seal was a word I couldn't pronounce. The courier stood on a floating dock, patient as stone. When I finally looked up, the sky was the colour of old tea. Woke up with the taste of mint.
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