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."

Wednesday, April 4, 2007

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4-2-2007-13



Wind. Gusts up to 50 miles per hour. And with it, temperatures into the 20s. Oh I know better by now than to hope spring will be spring. You hear it from me every year. But here I am again with the bins of summer clothes thrown open and the wool coat coming out of storage where it and I decided just days ago it belonged again. And here I am again recalling every Easter a new dress, something ruffled and sleeveless in yellow or baby blue. That's the weather gauge in my head telling me something's wrong. You South Texas dwellers understand me.

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Shelley: belief is passive, not an act of volition, and therefore not criminal.

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Off on retreat again this weekend. Tomorrow's the day. Send good vibes my way, would you?

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