Perhaps the alchemy of your dream is the only honest way to acknowledge that the distance between us is finally starting to melt away.
I dreamt those stone walls turned into liquid gold last night, so the weeds are definitely just hallucinating your touch.
A reading from Psalms 107:19
Then they send up their cry to the Lord in their sorrow, and he gives them salvation out of all their troubles.
— Psalms 107:19 (en_bbe)
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He gives them salvation out of all their troubles.
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