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"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."

Saturday, December 24, 2005

I should have warned you I'd drop out of sight for awhile. Not much access to the net from Del Rio, Texas, which is where I am now, with my mom and stepdad, my brother and sister-in-law and my nieces and nephew.

But it's Christmas Eve and I'm thinking of you. Kiss your babies for me, darlings. I miss you. I hope all is as well as you could possibly wish.

Me? I'm blessed.

Look for me the first week of January. I'll check in before if I get the chance.

"and what is the use of a book...without pictures or conversations?"


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