In the middle of June, I had a dream.
I was on the train to Samarkand. Frank, a small grey man, sat across from me and said that he was going to give him a friendship ring and that he would certainly take it. It was a double ring, made out of the sign for infinity.
I looked down at my chest; it was open and my heart was visible. It was locked. And the lock was made of lead.
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