the child named bluebird

Dreamed on 2018.07.12.0710

the child named bluebird, hiding down in this pit we're in, and the pickpocket/god and his friend (such big nostrils; seeing skin inside. thick gouty ankles). The larvae are under her eyelids, which she can't open anymore.

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