
Dreams begin
August 14, 2012The dreams begin again around this time every year: a bicycle ride through thick dust, a conversation with a strangely dressed man, lost belongings, missed opportunities. It is as if there are not ever enough hours once there, as if my mind scrabbles for extra time by creating that place out of sleep and starlight. I wake hungry for more, ready to finish packing, one eye on the clock, my heart already gone again.
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