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Sometimes my dreams feel so real it's hard to believe they're just the subconscious's stroll across a whimsical map that has no true north.

Karen Marie Moning

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Karen Marie Moning
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: November 1
Author
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
Cincinnati
Ohio
Hard
Whimsical
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Subconscious
Sometimes
Maps
Feels
North
Real
Across
Believe
Dreams
True
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Stroll

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