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i dreamt the other night that i was walking through an area of dense, tall, black trees with no leaves. I walked into a clearing of stiff brown grass, down a hill and into a dried up bog. I stood and looked into the pathways that had been dug out by old streams. A warm wind blew through and thousands of white wolves with flames above their heads appeared running through the paths where the water once had been. then some other stuff happened involving a network of boiler rooms but i forget.
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