A Winter’s Dream

Venessa Yeh
Scribe
Published in
1 min readFeb 6

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Photo by takahiro taguchi on Unsplash

Last night, I had a dream you were angry and you grew ten times your size. You walked through the gray town feeling out of place. Everyone stared but you didn’t care as you stomped through the streets.

I followed you to the seaside past a metal fence with vines wrapped all over it. You looked out at the sea, and I looked at you and said softly, Hey, it’s okay.

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Venessa Yeh
Scribe
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Software engineer who accidentally minored in philosophy. Likes to write code and poetry.