Tuesday, January 8, 2013

dinner

With Philippe at Ammaza.  A first.

Later, you dreamed about your dad.  He was old and sick.  He came into your (a) bedroom while you were in bed.  You touched his hand.  He struggled to get into the bed and you snuggled next to him, hugging him, loving him, not saying anything.  When you awoke, you wished you had done this in real life.

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