One time I was lying in bed and I seemed to image myself swollen in the abdomen and a group of beings was praying for something I was part of...
I shred old documents but keep some a friend made notes on.
She was in a dream not long ago. Hugged her then chastised myself (not socially distancing!) She told me it was okay.
"I know you died. I know you don't look like this anymore."
Gee, wouldn't it have been fun to have a reunion and watch the kind of Italian film that came in the mail and helped me cry after I found out.
I need to find it again.
But first. The shredder.
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