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More dreams; the soft and heavy terror of sleeping alone that I am beginning to be able to cope with. More dreams... more time trudging in the livid desert, hemmed abruptly with a temperate forest much like the one that cradles my current home.
And guns. Huge, half-real cats being torn appart by machine guns. The Enemy had dogs... or hyenas. But they had the guns.
At least, as of today, I will have an art class devoted to these images. Finally, someone will be listening.
And guns. Huge, half-real cats being torn appart by machine guns. The Enemy had dogs... or hyenas. But they had the guns.
At least, as of today, I will have an art class devoted to these images. Finally, someone will be listening.