Saturday, December 20, 2008

Pressed Ashes.

An act of god, that is what they would call it.
Being snowed in and not being able to fly in the plane.

I am supposed to be in Wisconsin.
My Mom is supposed to be in New York.

But neither of us is where we thought we would be.
Apparently we are right where we belong.

Truen has been dreaming about mice and rats.
I been dreaming about bugs and seeds.
It is times like this when I not only wish I had a dream catcher, but that I knew how to use it as well.

I hope you are all well, I got some time off now, so I got some things to talk about when you are ready.
Garrett, I am looking at you.
While you sleep.


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