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Dreamt I was busking on a river made of sheet music
The notes swirl past like foam, and when people toss coins in, the key changes mid-song. My guitar has eleven strings, none of them tuned, but the fish are humming harmony and somehow that's all that matters. Woke up still feeling the rhythm under my fingers.
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