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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."

Sunday, December 10, 2006

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We're off to San Xavier del Bac for mass this morning. The oldest Catholic church in the country just happens to be outside of Tucson on the Tohono O'odham reservation. Some poet once called it the white dove of the desert. The name stuck.


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