August 2010
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Dreams feel real while we're in them →
This dream is enclosed within another, and so on to infinity, which is the number of grains of sand. The path you must retrace is interminable and you will die before you ever really awake.
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Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept...
– John Gillespie Magee, Jr
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