Der Raum im Traum

Der Raum im Traum

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jan 16, 2021
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Ich habe heute einen absolut absurden Traum gehabt, über den ich heute schreiben werde. Ich bin tatsächlich noch etwas verstört, aber versuche so präzise wie möglich, alles wiederzugeben. Einige Details werde ich zugunsten einer Kurzgeschichte neu erfinden, aber der Hauptteil des Ganzen entspricht meinem Traum. Sollte ich die Geschichte weiterschreiben wollen, werde ich ausdrücklich angeben, ab wann die Geschichte vollständig frei erfunden ist.
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