The cross-continent dreams have started again.
I dreamt of green pastures that we'd pass on the drive to Yarra Valley, tram tracks, the city grid, orange headlights shining through fog.
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This Christmas I wish I could be in New York with the best friend.
No matter that it's slushy and freezing.
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You always know.
Right at the bottom of your gut
You can feel it there.
Are you making a mistake?
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Am I?
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