In my dream…

I was with three friends from JC. The four of us were close then. In the dream, they were the them from then. Clem was snarky-funny; James was his usual self-effacing self; Zhabei’s handwriting had been dredged up from half a life ago, still wooden and straight, sort of like him.

Author: lichone

Ethics by Enid Blyton; physique by deep-fried things. I think we all have an instinct to tell stories and to build things and relationships,

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