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isn't it so much easier to be able to name your dream destination. all i have are images of places, which are so strangely familiar they're almost memories. i can almost feel the emotions i felt in those places, but how could i have? i know these memories are not real, for it's impossible for me to have been there. places with no names, no descriptions, no other way for me to find them, than by the pictures i have in my head. just images, that's all i have, visions that gradually disappear as i try to pinpoint specific details down.