Dream last night.
I was carrying words made of stone; blue sculpted rocks bigger than my pockets, more numerous than my pockets. I had to go back and forth to my shack for another word. I woke up very tired and perplexed. Then I fell asleep again. I went back to my dream and to a bank where I deposited my words. In exchange, they gave me a checkbook of words easier to carry.
This is the checkbook.
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