Last night I dreamt of you, Bul... you were walking on water in your pink pyjamas.
I was on the other side of the fence, reaching out for the glass you were so excitedly offering me.
Behind us airbus planes hung precariously over the coast, while white country houses shuddered in the dinghy winds.
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Maybe this world is another planet’s hell. (Aldous Huxley)
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