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| this picture was taken on September 23, a typical late summer light morning with handwashed duds drying on the balcony... the dream is what i dreamt my last night in prague... a different dream before departure... leaving is hard. |
"we are evaporating," i wrote in a dream quoting a movie i'd seen in that same dream. Babi called to be picked up from the airport. Mom was in need of moral support. the whole house in Hempstead was lifted by floodwaters. i typed an urgent plea for help as trees bumped against the windows, a raging storm. i pulled the wet paper from the typewriter--it was torn. "What airport?" i asked Mom. she was confused, couldn't answer. "JFK, NWK, LGA," I explained, "these are the airports close to New York." she couldn't say. into this mess entered Lynn, looking beautiful in a dress on her way to a party for Steve Anderson. earlier, my sister and I had been riding a sliding park bench downhill until a mean kid kicked my yellow plastic skateboard and broke it. "we are evaporating," i wrote, quoting, trying hard to re- member the rest of it... |
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