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Tightly balled in a word-woven clot, working, source-citing through the night, waking with an urge to uncurl and grow wings.
Posted at 08:32 AM in Dreams, Nubbins | Permalink
I keep dreaming about funnel clouds and cars that I can't control. Definitely due to the mad-rush snarl of too much work.
Thursday, June 11, 2009 at 09:47 PM
Mary: Yes, that does sound like a maelstrom of work.
Friday, June 12, 2009 at 07:38 AM
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