Have I mentioned the dreams? There are so many - so vivid, so clear, and I cannot shake them. Not sure I want to either . . .some are so sweet, so perfect. None of them are things I can write here, but I want to remember them all:
the woods
the pearls
the rabies shot
the party on the beach
the vineyard
the house in Portland
the elves and the plaster-of-paris
the cowboy sheriff of the red world
wonder what tonight will bring.
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My interest peaked when I read "the rabies shot" but I am now standing at attention and must know about the "elves and plaster of paris"...
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