reli[e]able signs

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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, September 5, 2006

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Disarray. The bins of clothes, once again. Is there a better way to do this shift of seasons, the return home with the big suitcase? I can almost not bear to put the summer dresses away, not just as I got to wear them. But there is a steady chill in the house, the one that means the dresses are now for looking at.

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