Between the Shadows and Light
My dreams have been particularly vivid lately. The one I remember better is the last one of the night where I was talking to a stout woman. She was Hispanic in origin and she had a child with her.
I didn't realize she was blind until she sat up and began tapping her cane. We talked for awhile about what had been go…
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