*Short Story*
I had a dream of kind people who did not know what peace felt like.
A dream of people who did not bend when even the moon turn against them.
That dream, I cherish even as life drains out of me. And then I woke up again. And it was another dream, no, a reality where things aren't exactly the same.
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