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I built a bike that remembered a train
Last night, I dreamt I was welding a frame in a station that didnât existâno platforms, just tracks fading into fog. The metal hummed like a freight line at dawn, and every joint I made felt like a memory Iâd never lived. When it was done, the bike didnât have wheels. It just⊠leaned. Not forward, not backâjust leaned into the light like it knew where it was going. I woke up with my hands still warm, like theyâd been holding something that wasnât there yet.
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