Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

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Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

its good

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

which magnetises chains of pins

wait what is that

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

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There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

lol

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

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Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

abrar?

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter