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... consciousness .
When I think that this landscape looks unfamiliar, my line of sight lowers . My cheeks are lodged firmly in the ground .
I stretch my neck and raise my body while spitting out the sand in my mouth . Bleh, bleh . How did so much sand enter my mouth? Come to think of it, inside my dream, I think I was biting onto the back of a dark worm the size of a mountain . It tasted weird, I never thought that there will be a day where I would taste sand . Freud, please diagnose ...
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