In a careless moment of limbo between consciousness and sleep, your dreams drift around your periphery while your mind struggles with the futile nonsense of thoughts once sown. It was here when reality exclaimed for just a mere second. Finding a thought you could not afford to lose, your fingers delivered to you a black marker and the palm of your hand. There you write of words that in the morning are nonsensical, but for tonight, are an epiphany resting in the palm of your hand.
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