| Picnic |
[Sep. 13th, 2006|11:29 am] |
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Last night I dreamt that I was gazing out of the second story window of a beautiful vistorian house, much like the one I grew up in. Down in the yard someone sat on a blanket, beckoning me to come down and join them for a delicious picnic. However, when I shifted my gaze over to the other side of the lawn, I saw that there was a very large pile of logs and branches, and intermingled among them were about 6 or 7 dead, rotting woodchucks. And I wondered, "Can I really enjoy a picnic sitting next to a pile of dead, rotting woodchucks?" |
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