The other week, I dreamnt:
I'm at a kitchen counter peeling very small cloves of garlic, each maybe a third of an inch long.
Every time I pull a small clove off the bulb and dig my nail into it and peel away the papery thin layer on top, there's nothing left inside it like garlic garlic, only just husk through and through, nothing more.
I do this with a number of the very small cloves around the outer edge of the bulb, then I finally take a larger clove and start to dig into it, thinking that I'll finally get some garlic garlic...
...and then I wake up.
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