Sunday, November 30, 2014

Some sunny day

Yesterday I heard Vera Lynn's We'll Meet Again on the radio.

This morning I dreamed about a friend who left us a couple years ago.  I said to her, "I thought you were sick."  The sun was so bright.  We were outside in a field of grass, brown grass.  I could barely see her, the sun was so bright.  I don't remember what she told me.

I woke up and the sun was shining through my bedroom window, right in my eyes, blinding me.

I wish I could remember what she said.

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