Last night, I dreamed I was in a closet. The shelves were high, almost out of my reach. My dad's berets, from where the U.S. Army still used colours, were lining the shelf. Just out of my reach was his maroon one, the one that meant the most to him. I pushed aside the blue, the black, all of them, trying to reach it. It stayed just out of my reach
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