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The images in my head coalesce into something elusive, maybe a little alert, but genuinely warm. When I first saw what she drew on the plywood board that evening, I didn't feel anything out of the ordinary, but now I'm sure there's something touching about it all that I can't yet understand. I can feel the pulse penetrating from my bones to the very tips of my nails. This story is actually about my dreams. [Translated from [url=https://syndicate-tavrida.itch.io/promzona-trans]itch.io[/url]]