Channeling Marie Laveau with Jasmin

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In a dream I am promised an end to loneliness by someone from the past - there’s an urgency to it, posters scrawled out in language that would be fitting of a Florence Welch song.

I wake from that dream to find myself in another dream that is crowded, buzzing, with people. Paris is on fire.

I wake to reality this time, no more dreaming, to find myself in an empty house.