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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."

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

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Cold spring rain. Hear it on the windows and roof? The rain gutters make a pretty noise as they drain. The cars splash through the street and the porch is wet. It's been the same perfect sunny day for days, so it's a surprise. I must stay inside and grade papers with tea as it is.

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Flickr is having a hard day. So what is it about me that I insist on making it my hard day too.

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


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