Another Mortal Day

She appeared in my dream and I didn't know her. She pressed her mouth to mine and ignored the ravages wrought by mortal years.

Then, she disappeared and I wandered through the places of a remembered childhood but could not find her.

Later, after I awoke, I realized I knew her. Had known her through the years of similar dreams in which she would appear and then be gone.

And so I did what I'd always done. Which was to remember her, as far as I could, into the misery of another mortal day...

LPK
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12.27.2010

Clues

What we're doing, when we do this, is leaving clues for each other. And if we're diligent in doing this, the leaving of clues and the finding, we may also find our way...

LPK
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12.27.2010