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Some nights were unlike others. Some dreams were lived and others made. Some were true, only seen by few…. He woke for the third time, paused and turned. Something about this felt unlike a dream, unlike sleep, unlike a usual night. Something felt more… life-like. And it would be disturbing when the sun rose; it would be a muddle to find meaning.
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Categories: Short Stories
Benie Langat
Benson Langat is a poet, fiction writer, and freelancer. A dreamer, he realizes a world of possibilities through stories and explores life in poetry. Benie is a dad and lives in Nairobi, Kenya.
Like your words and image Benie. 😊
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Thank you so much😊🙏
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Yes yes there those dreams that shouldn’t end👊
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🙏thank you for your thoughts!
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