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The next dream is lot more personal. I was in front of a mural that looks like a piece of shit. I was with my fathers who die few months ago. I was showing him what my soul look like. He told me to move forward to have a better view. More I was closer, more the tree was beautiful. Near, he was enveloped in verglas. With the sunshine, it was marvellous. My father told me that is was what I really am. I was knock down. Getting close to me, my father said: every single branch is one of the young boys you been in love with. It was so terrific! I presume my father had just come tell me that now in heavens he could understand my pederasty, He knows that what I am really feeling.

avril 29, 2019
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