She is thankful for dreams. The many friends she meets their return nightly. Now, after so many years, she recognizes most characters, while a few strangers wander in and out. She has dreamed of being a bird, a squirrel, an old man, a horse and many times, a rock. From wakefulness, the poet takes what she finds to use in dream, and vice versa. She travels on foot, by cab, train, bus. Or hitchhikes, which she has found to be dangerous. But she has...
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