Capturing The Wind
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After my trip to Ireland a few months ago, I started noticing that the feelings in my dreams were... different. Different from real life. They couldn't really be explained all too well, because they themselves weren't feelings I have ever experienced before. Nostalgia and melancholy had a large part in them, but describing the dreams? Impossible. I tried over and over to capture the feeling of them, yet every time I try, the feeling is just there. Without anything to ground it to real life. It's like trying to capture wind. These feelings are so profound and beautiful, like different perspectives on life that I will never see again. I wish to try and actually capture what they are. I guess we'll see where I end up when I'm done with this thing. What could go wrong?
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