I woke this morning to the first halfway coherent memory of dreaming about my mother. The dream didn't hold very well. It's like a badly underexposed negative, solid with shadow. But I remember we were traveling together, staying in a kind of hotel or guest house. There were other people in the dream, even dimmer shadows, strangers. But the overall feeling was pleasant, a good helping of wish-fulfillment. I was doing something I wanted to do, being with her, and she with me.
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