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Last night's dream

Wandering through a humble district of antique shops looking for a special one that carried boutique items from my favorite indie designer. I had seen her jewelry pieces there the last time but hesitated. Now after dreaming of them I felt I truly wanted to purchase several.

In addition the boutique section of this antique mall looked like a Walgreens. This favorite designer came out with a makeup line called October, and every piece of it I tried was exquisite. Goth-themed like all of her work, the cheek color left silvery sheen and the ruddy lipstick was called "Savage Garden." All so vivid, I remember each detail.

In this antique shop I had purchased an old painting decorated with fragile pearls: one had crumbled when I touched it. But on this second visit I found an identical painting hanging, with the pearls, but it was only half-finished.

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