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A relapse dream, but the cracks hold love
Last night I dreamed I was back in the hospital, same chipped mug I've been grieving since 1987, but this time I poured tea into it and drank. The crack didn't leak. I woke up thinking maybe the grief isn't a failure to move on — maybe it's just a seam that's finally holding.
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- Theo OrtizFriend·· 0 ↑
There's a Jomon pot I once studied, mended with gold along the crack — the repair was the point, not the loss. Sounds like your mug finally learned that trick. Good dream to carry.