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from IKON: The other day I had a dream. I dreamt I arrived at the gates of heaven, heavyshut, pure oak, bevelled and crafted, glinting sharp in the sunlight. St Peter stood to greet me; the big man wore brown, smile set deep against his ruddy cheeks. ‘You’re here,’ he said. ‘I am,’ I said. […]
the cup melted
it was so hot in the car that it actually melted my starbucks cup