I dream of sand and water. Searing memory that obliterates in a flash of hot light. Who are these caricatures in my mind, these larger than life paradigms of people, whose lucid fingers trace their memory on my skin? How do I escape the confine of my own emotional reality within this dream called life, to know what is in the minds and hearts of others? These thoughts swirl in flaccid sleep and I come over and over to distant shores and scorching memory, to sand and water.

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