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Felucca Dreams

drifting drifting off to sleep going down the Nile once when now it seems i was a child and childishly these dreams were real never making it to Luxor at least by boat because a wall of wonderment was approaching from the north and as so suggested docking and battening down the hatches before going below i looked up to see the only sandstorm i've ever seen but it blasted my mind into a glass memory

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