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I watched boats sail on the tips of daylight dreams. They floated on the lavender seams of the sky and sea. Their paths may parallel walkers in the streets, or cross like hands held quietly. The sun stroked the periwinkle twinkles that rippled the sea. Both wakes and waves turned to blush like I did when you looked at me. 

Dreams may dart away at dawn, but dusk is where they start.