strange dreams
which i recall so vividly
was it really only a dream
precognitive thinking perhaps
a vision into my future
or maybe only a whisper
of the many twists and turns
of alternate universes
that fate has to offer us.
Louis Pauzé: "We're all going to die. Write that down, miss. We don't have the luxury of a thousand years on this earth. Only sixty, or maybe eighty little years if we're lucky. And these years pass in a flash. Why not offer flowers to your spouse every night? Why deprive yourself of the happiness of making your house a home? Why resist your impulse? Daily life is the most beautiful voyage..."
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