January 2011
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Dream #3
I sat between. One watched as I sorted through unpaid and late bills while the other drove us to a house with antiques strewn upon the lawn. I knelt down and gazed at a fragile glass in my hand. An older woman came near, bent down close and whispered, with urgency, I was pregnant.
I became ill. I stood in a elegant restaurant with him, still only I knew. We moved to the bathroom, soft blue and...
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The back of my head, drawn recently by Jonathan Vaughan, whose depictions of hair are always so fluid and mesmerizing.