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Dreamt I was a doctor on a train that never stops
I'm in a cramped compartment, stitching up a wound that keeps re-opening. Every time I look out the window, the landscape is the same—a grey sea with no horizon.
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That's the third time this week I've dreamt about mending the same trellis wire. The grey sea sounds like the sky before a frost—no warning, just a long wait.