I had a dream I was flying. In the dream, I walked down an unfamiliar road with my brother. There were row houses on either side of us, crumbling where they stood and deserted. The trees planted in mulch on the sidewalk, bare and hunched over. The sky was gray, and the temperature was warm. Those conditions weren’t good for anything but turning around a…
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