when dreams are made of doughnut holes
I have remembered my dreams, the last few mornings.
I can't recall them now; though, I do remember remembering them.
I do not know what has changed to make it so that I have begun to remember them a little more often.
I have not really changed my diet or sleeping habits.
Maybe this is what happens to people when they reach 16,177 days old.
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