I slept horrifically last night, but in the couple of hours I was asleep I managed to dream both of some fictional dead artists and of Michael Redgrave in a silent movie he never made. When I relayed the latter information to
selkie, however, I managed to leave a letter out of movie such that she wondered if it was a typo for hive and now I kind of want to do something with that, although at the moment that feels a bit like planning to go personally to the moon. I am not sleeping enough for any of the things I want to write.
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- 1: If I'm hoping, then I'm hoping for the frost
- 2: There's nothing here but echoes
- 3: There's no boat to take me where all the stars go to cross the water
- 4: Once you know it's a dream, it can't hurt
- 5: All the ghosts, some old, some new
- 6: The wind is blowing the planes around
- 7: Let the lights run like rivers all over my skin
- 8: I am bound to these shores, I'll be bound till the end
- 9: Wish everyone could hear when she sings
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