I’m tense and confused. Tense I’m used to, confused I’m not.
Too many unknowables, and today has been a day of quite astonishing blog visits
– in several senses.
Then there were the dreams: old faces reappearing, people
long-dead or long-flown. There was my brother who died just about exactly nine
years ago, and there was Zoe in the bagel shop. What does it mean?
I think I might take up drinking.
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