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TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER

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02.10.18

Last night I had my first dream about my father since he died. He was alive, somewhere in my parents' house. I was in his office, looking for film and batteries for my camera because I wanted to take a photo of him. But I woke up before I could find them.





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