
Mortuus plumis
No matter how much you try, the past always seems to creep up on you.
Every week once, I will wake up in the middle of the night, and I will feel that I am in another world. But the moment dawn breaks, I open my eyes and find myself back on the bed.
But one Tuesday morning, I found a feather at my doorstep.
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