Since I arrived here, I have had the same dream - of a desert at night, lit only by blue moonlight, endlessly cold and noisy with the sound of trumpets. Pianos cut their strings and make love to the air in melodies only heard by cautious mice. There is always danger there, underneath the dunes, something waiting to give way underneath my feet and a fall deeper into what I imagine is a love, inescapable.
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