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Strange dreams last night—Me Christina Greg Marc walking through the woods—I am wearing panties and a blouse—it’s been raining and the forest is flooded with 2 inches of water, flowing swiftly down the the lower ground—the tree bridge I used to climb on, where I fell in that one time. I walk with the water, […]

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o netscape, holy netscape, will you allow me to post again? Such creative ramblings now lost to the digital ether. This is why I like my real, paper-and-wire journal