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November 26, 2006

In my dreams, on the night after mama’s passing, I had the persistent, uncomfortable sensation that someone was trying to get inside me. An old woman in black with the face of an angel and broken teeth smiled at me while I was sleeping. She wanted to absorb my body. I wanted to remain untainted. She pulled herself closer and her long, damp silvered hair fell like sorrow, like rain. She told me I should stop confusing my body with hers.

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I honestly don't know what to make of your dream, it is haunting. I felt a connection between it and the words in your post that led us back to this one. I'm sorry you lost your mom.

Getting myself signed up to read with regularity, means you have to write with regularity. Prunes.

Also where's your previous library selection with the grammar book?

That was absolutely beautiful Xine. Love you and miss you terribly. xo