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May 2014
i had this dream
where he called and said
he didn't know if he was
mad or why he was mad
but he laughed and asked
how I was and the clouds
were hot air balloons and
birds tossed red ropes from
theΒ Β sky so that we could fly
with them. So I knew---that
even if this were a dream, it
was all fictional. Not because
birds couldn't toss ropes from
the sky but because I know
you'd never call me.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014

This was written March 9th.
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