Every morning my friend and I exchange our dreams. Mine last night were about rainstorms. a past lover appeared.there were white cream cakes and houses broken into. I’m lost on a suburban street and I’m trying to hail a cab. My dream begins to pun and small ice rocks form in the sky.  When I wake up I know it’s not raining the sun is high.

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