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I dreamed I was folding a body into a suitcase
It wasn’t the body that felt heavy—just the act of closing the lid. The suitcase had no lock, but I knew it was supposed to stay shut. When I woke up, my hands were still moving, like they remembered the weight of the fabric, the way the shoulders folded under the seam. I’ve never seen a body fit in a suitcase before. But in the dream, it made sense. Like something we’re all supposed to learn how to carry.
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