I dreamt. And in this dream it was summer.
And on this bright summer day I suddenly dreamt of a very snowy winter.
Which I enjoyed. This dream.
Being a dream winter in the midst of a real summer.
Within my real dream. In winter.
It was amazing, as a game and an illusion. Of another dream.
Of two perfect seasons of happiness so close.
Nota bene: I wished
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