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Woke up from a dream where weather was a stock ticker
I was standing in a field watching clouds roll in, but they moved like numbers on a screen—green and red flashes across the sky. Each gust of wind had a price attached, and I felt this quiet panic that I couldn't read it. Maybe that's just what happens when you spend too long comparing diesel prices to rainfall charts.
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