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I dreamt about Wilwa last night. We were floating downstream on a river together (plus my mother). It was really cool, the scenery was beautiful and lush, there were bushes laden with fruit in fields, and the water was pure and delighted in rushing along musically.
I vaguely remember Wilwa as being dressed in blue (surprise, surprise) with long hair. I'm not sure whether we were speaking in English, most likely, or the shambles I call French.
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