Dream

I dreamed my home was full. Mom and dad were in the kitchen singing along to the radio and burning the toast again. I made my way downstairs and watched them peacefully. He took her hand and spun her until she playfully fought him off with the threat of coffee down his shirt. My sister ran to me…

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A method of inquiry

The mind tends to want to make a symphony of unrelated sounds and a picture of unrelated scenes. This is its plight, its flaw. It not only seeks to understand…

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