Tuesday, January 25, 2005

Vivid enough that I could feel the rocks in my hands...

Last night I dreamt that I was a young Tuscan girl with long, midnight black, flowing hair. I was wearing a black gauze dress with no stockings or shoes on. I was sitting on top of a large hill carpeted with lush green grass. My voice was stuck inside medium sized gray rocks and I was breaking them open because I had something to say.

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