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Red flowers

I dreamed today that I was photograhping on black and white film that’s been sitting in my camera for months. The dream was very detailed, light changed and subjects weren’t moving as if they were real. There were swarms of birds and large butterflies in a garden with red, fleshy flowers, a girl in harsh afternoon summer light. My camera was built like a long gun, the focusing ring was at the very end of it.

Little accidents every day

Surprised to see blood on my bedding, looking for the source, I notice blood smeared all over my fingers. Where did you come from?
Can’t sleep any longer.
The one that was home. Books are home.