This is not my beautiful

Anything whatsoever. Nothing about it is lovely, there are no flowers blooming in the wake of each proclamation and the future they portend is ugly.

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I had a dream that I almost remembered, something something on a field trip though — wait, have I dreamed this before? Is this remnants of summer camp? Or the houses of friends?

I don’t remember anymore, the last wisps shimmering into nothing even as I type.