Somewhere, someone dreams of me. The sand repeats other sand, the mirror other mirrors. I am an abstraction among abstractions, a dream among other dreams–an emptiness that echoes the voluptuousness of nothing. A dream is a plethora, a plethora is a dream, lost in the ecstasy of shadows, the warmth of forgetfulness, within which I propagate.
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