Lucid Dreaming

Arlinka Larissa. 1994.
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Hiding Place

Crackling pods under the scorching sun. Stifling humidity lingers in the atmosphere. Speck of dust on the main road. Children running frantically with their depressing hopeful faces. I miss that chaotic hellhole, where the pain does not hurt as much and the dream does not burst as fast. Home.

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