June 2012
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String Dreams
A while back, I wrote some important dreams and memories down. A friend saw me writing, glanced over my shoulder, read “running through the sprinkler that turned out to be sewage water” and was incredibly confused since it meant nothing to her.
My memories and dreams are mine alone and though other people have similar elements in their memory, they aren’t the...
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