A home with a chequered red napkin in the kitchen, a dark wood bookcase, some lilting music in the air, a warm Sunday lunch a warmer homecoming on a Monday evening.
A home in moments and an inaudible flutter of an eye.
She, so wanted to dream them and she did.
Just that they never came true.
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[The other side of Bibs' Dream Away]
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