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  • Far away and had to call home though I didn't want to. Looking for a pay phone I was my mother for a moment. An Asian man, a cabin, blades of grass.

  • kneading dough my hands got sticky

  • Dorothy was visiting without George, which was odd. Had he died? She was hogging the bathroom so I had to make do with other mirrors. I was supposed to be getting ready for Christmas mass but I didn't want to go. I put on a stiff denim skirt that made me look like a triangle. A bulky black sweater tucked in did nothing good for my waist. A smudge of flour on it anyway, from the bread in the other dream. Fuck it, I'm not going. I knew I'd be in trouble with Dad.

  • My mother and I, walking through the woods. Another cabin. The sameness of everything bothered her. Clones! Father clone daughter clone stepfather clone. She was talking about the grass.

  • someone with a wide face getting married