tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11236800.post-69235346574820323212008-05-29T08:00:00.002-04:002008-05-29T10:11:53.547-04:00

Dear friends, A dream: I'm standing outside a thrift shop storefront. It's past closing hours but the window is lit, so I'm staring at the items inside. A red child's drum, some depression glass candy bowls, a lamp or two. You are there too and you are talking to a mutual friend of ours. Your back is to me, you're blocking me out from the conversation, on purpose it would seem. I know I should

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