Lychee

Its hard to record random dreams in any order, knowing which scene started and when it skips to the next.  I remember starting on a bridge watching Lychee look over the ocean.  We were in New York and she wore an all blue wig, dressed a certain way like she did last time she was there to replay an event or find someone she’d met previously.  I started walking down the bridge looking at the water shimmer at sunset, I’d walked down to the dock and leaned against the fence watching people leave in different boats.  I was in tall heels and a chipao dress, I don’t think I started on the bridge that way.

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