A Different Kind of Cycling, New YorkSometimes I wake up with my dreams fresh in mind and it's like I've been watching another version of me in another life. Not a view of how things might have been, but a peak at how things are, somewhere else, for another me. When I go on a trip somewhere, I come back with a fresh perspective like everything is new, wider, broader for a little while. Can dreams offer a similar perspective?
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