I remember us standing in the #craven morning light, just as the birds were starting to sing, holding hands as if something marvelous was about to happen - but that was a dream of course. The birds did sing, I'm sure, and the sun eventually appeared in all its splendor - I'm sure of that too. My dreams never lie. They sometimes get the main characters wrong, though.
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Written for #vss365 - a microfiction challenge on Twitter.
