05 September 2007

i dreamed i was consoling my doctor











... for diagnosing me with a terminal illness. I was flying through a vast emporium of expensive women's wear to find an office where the right person to contact for this task could be found.

I dream. You interpret. Simple arrangement.

[And think about a visit to the beautiful Riverbend.]

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