
And we went around in the neighborhood in a flatboat getting people out of their houses and bringing them to the school. We found all the food that we could and then we fed people.
from Charmaine Neville's story
an image diary
"And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be? ... You'd be nowhere. Why, you're only a sort of thing in his dream! If that there King was to wake you'd go out -- bang! -- just like a candle!"
"Hush! You'll be waking him, I'm afraid, if you make so much noise."
"Well it's no use your talking about waking him when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're not real."
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