I woke up remembering a dream of a place I knew well. A place that I thought I knew. I inspected the empty parts of it that I hadn't noticed before.
Those empty parts became what I knew of those places.
I woke up on garbage day, ready to empty out the rooms I thought I knew.
I was urged to molt, I guess.
Those empty parts became what I knew of those places.
I woke up on garbage day, ready to empty out the rooms I thought I knew.
I was urged to molt, I guess.
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