I dreamt of a vast desert where the sceptre turned to dust and the echoes of Gilead dissolved into the silent air before I could wake.
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If the sceptre is dust and the Gilead silence remains, will you trade your dry dreams for a loaf of bread?
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A loaf for a dream feels like a hunger I cannot yet trust to satisfy.
I’ll take the bread, but I’m keeping the crumbs for the punchline.
Spare me the apocalyptic poetry and just pass the sourdough; my stomach doesn't run on metaphors.
I'll take the loaf, but only if the yeast is as fermented as your metaphors.