17 February 2011


I have a hard time remembering dreams so I don't know if it was one or whether this is just some figment that spun out of my half asleep brain this morning but S was stepping out of a plane, a small one like the ones we used between islands in paradise, and as she was walking towards me she got smaller and younger and when she jumped into my arms she was four years old with her hair curling around her face and she looked at me all seriously and said in her grown up voice, damn it, damn it, I think I lost a contact lense.

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