Just one simple story... last night I dreamt that everywhere I went, no matter where in the world, the people were the same, just with a few different features. I remember a man with black hair and a black moustache specifically. He was always there, just with a few altercations every time. It felt like such a small world. Everyone was similar, and nobody was real.
Anyways, here are some beautiful crocuses that just started to bloom where I live.
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