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No one raised a paddle. No one ever did.

I think it’s almost finished dreaming. ovo 1.3.2

Not a light. A warmth . Like an egg remembering the hen. No one raised a paddle

The line went dead.

That was the first night. The second night, I dreamed of a bridge collapsing in a city I’d never visited. The third night, a woman’s voice gave me the winning lottery numbers for a drawing that wouldn’t happen for another eight months. The fourth night, I dreamed of my own funeral. The casket was closed. No one cried. Someone had placed a single bruised plum on the lid. ovo 1.3.2