Saturday, March 15, 2008
One More or the Last?
For years I have had a disturbing dream. It's a bit personal so I won't go into the details. I die. I've died the same way over and over again. Killed by a bullet or perhaps more than a bullet. I'm twenty-six now the same age I am in my dream. And for the next 365 or so days, I fear that this dream may not be dream at all.
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