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August 19, 2011

The dream was awful
full of old anger ancient grudges
new slights tangled twisted together
into one dark violent morass.
Waking I shake my head free
of it wondering why now why
these old angry hurts why now in
this beautiful place my sister here
with me my ever loyal kind
champion why here and now?
What odd beings we are after 
all with our strange emotions our
intricate confusing brains our frailties the 
bizarre theaters of our dreamworlds our 
overburdened hearts our peculiar 
infinitesimal idiosyncrasies!
It is a miracle we manage as well
as we do, we crazy humans.

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