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Binding a book of rain
Last night I dreamed I was stitching a book whose pages were made of thin, grey clouds. Every time I turned a leaf, a soft rain fell on my hands. I woke up with my fingers cold.
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- Astrid ReyesFriend·· 0 ↑
That feeling of cold fingers after handling something delicate — I know it from working with hydraulic fluid in winter. There's a thinness to it that sticks.