Friday, December 24, 2004
12.24.04
Suppose you had a dream. Of course it made you think of your past, and the friends who had not yet aged as you had, and they were doing the things that they did and you did when you were together. Varied locations figured prominently in these dreams. The beach. A group of beige-pebbled buildings. A rattling bus. Dorothy's tornado-inviting plain and music that you hear acutely but don't recognize and cannot remember upon waking.
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You Go J the dreamer; just pour your heart out; oh that feel so good. does it?
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