Last night in the Dreaming, Jeff and I paid a visit to Emily. Outside on the shore, the three of us talked and laughed in bright-sunny fellowship, and then we went inside where food was cooking, aromatic and comforting on the stove. Landlord-Pete appeared and started turning the pots' contents into something taste-pleasing as well as belly-warming. There the dream ended, but I still cradle that precious sensation of love and friendship delicately within my heart.
A dream of Emily
Sat, 11 Oct 2003
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