Who says that cold days on the bench can not warm up. One look up and the lamp looks like the sun and the birch looks like a palm tree. Coffee doesn't count because it didn't work and i spilled it. The awakening came when i imagined a coconut falling on my head and a bunch of bananas around me. Both with dreams and imagination one should be careful because they know to go wrong. I return in the winter waiting for the snow and drawing on it.
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