My mother died eighteen months ago and in all that time I have dreamed about her three times – just three times. I miss her and I would like to dream about her. Why do you suppose I don’t?
Monday, June 14, 2010
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fragments of a writer's life
My mother died eighteen months ago and in all that time I have dreamed about her three times – just three times. I miss her and I would like to dream about her. Why do you suppose I don’t?
fragments of a writer's life
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