often I reflect on a dream that is comparable to a premonition; there’re winks of an instance where I can see an ocean; I experience a reminiscent of the emotion I felt at the time, and although it feels innocuous, I fear there’re answers in it I must find..
it’s peculiar, I’m a bit eager to discern the gist of it, praying it isn’t a message I have repeatedly missed…
Europa's Space Of Poetry 
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