Trompé Setsuled (setsuled) wrote,
Trompé Setsuled

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Dead acquaintence

Last night I dreamt I was taking care of the soul of a man who'd died hundreds of years ago. Time had taken away much of his form. He was little more than an ashy grey silhouette . . . I remember exchanging some warm essence with him, and I remember feeling an enormous affection. When I died, he and I held onto each other.
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