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Head On the shoulders of a small person so small their eyes are temporary in existence and exist in two places at once, let me move his hand and his other hand moves too, not that other hand, his hand in his dreams, that one, yes, the one he created after his mother died and he burned her ashes and burned them again, gave them to the witch that lives in the hollow by the canyon to feast on and lay one large ashen egg that hatched and became his mother in his dreams, who he still met, but to see his mother in his dreams, he had to become himself one again in dreams, and as such now had a body, and now had another hand that was the same one that moved when his hand moved, and in this way he could live for twice as long, the small person thought, because at night he would live for years in his dream and dig through the mountain that had erupted soon after his return with the spoon given to him by the canyon witch to hold forever while he was in the dream, and in the day he would wake to…

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