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…I remember hearing the birds chirping in the park. I could hear crows cawing in the distance. The breeze was cool as it passed through the leaves of the trees. The park was so peaceful when I re-entered my dream.
Where was my lover? Where had she gone? That is all I could hear myself saying silently to myself. In that very second, I felt my heart beating ever so slowly. I started to feel lonely.
The park had become less crowded. The sound of children laughing and playing had disappeared. This was not the same dream as that I had before.
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