i dreamed of green again.

i was high in a mountain range. a rain forest of some kind. but i was also in a building, a sort of hotel that blended in with the green. ivy covering ancient stone, yet tiled floors and structured angles.

and i was flying. again. like i had a jetpack yet i wasn’t wearing one. just puttering around from room to room. unaware of the ground, not afraid to fall.

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