In dreams we can be vulnerable or we can be the master.
Old friends come back into our lives and enemies admire us.
I always seem to traveling on a train or arriving from a plane
or looking for the library in a huge university building
or moving through one house and arriving on some unfamiliar street.
But in the morning it's all so interesting
even the room with the window looking out to a white sky.
Friday, September 28, 2012
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