I just dreamed she was a bleached blonde but I know better, Running up to me in a long familiar unfamiliar hallways, wrinkles and cracks. She wants information, my dreaming self knows I won’t share; I have never shared very well. In front of my eyes flash a series of red images. Any one of …
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