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Saturday, June 18, 2005

But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people

(if only I was one of those)

Dreams last night: At mass, urged to take communion/blessing. But I'm not Catholic! Frantic dream of wanting to impress someone. Truthout-ad style, they offer me a cigarette. But I don't smoke! I used to have the dream of the passed sacrament, the bonding ritual I refused, the that one thing that made them a plural and me a singular. The blessing passed by. (The feeling, infatuation-like, of the desperate pull to the group, to the center, and the strange not-feeling of turning away.)

Dale's right. We could all use more blessings.

love,
alex

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