...Not the kind of wheel you fall asleep at...

I dreamt last week that an amazing eggplant tree had blossomed on my roof overnight. And that a man with tattoos loved me. The love was kind and gentle. The eggplants hung like dozens of dark pendulums. When I went out to stand beneath the tree, the sunrise had smeared the sky pink, and it was so breathtaking that I had to get my camera to take a picture.

When I woke up, I was really kind of sad.



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