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I hear the chords striking at 1 am
It is yellow sometimes

Last night was blue
Have to turn the heating on
 
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Last night, I had a terribly paranoid dream, where a salker was threatening me on WhatsApp. Colin was very angry about it. His profile picture was a white guy with blond curls. But it was more like an AI image. Still, I woke up all frightened, and started hearing harp chords in the distance. I believe a neighbor has some type of ritual around those times. The music is melodic and soft. It is mellowing and harmonious. Another perk of living in Scotland.


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My uncle Toño broke my wand by accident. Sitting on gray chairs, outside in the garden. I always remember him, lying there outside, while my aunties scold him with pious and judgmental eyes. He does not mind it at all. Still, these dreams persist since this is the new reality my recent memories have constructed. The big party and the anxity for fixing my uncle’s unplastered walls.


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