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This is not a story.

This is not a tale.

This is a dream.

Not a dream accompanied by sleep, or tossing and turning in bed.

Not a dream about aspirations and things to come.

This is a dream to pass the time.

One that while in the sun, may never see the light of day.

A fleeting dream that fades in the blink of an eye.

A dream that tells what must not be told.

This is not a dream.