Lately I've dreamt nearly every night that I'm visiting with people who are dead in the waking world.
I superstitiously fear this is an ominous message for me.
Ron might say that this is "magical thinking."
Maybe because the Day of the Dead is nearing the veil between the worlds is thin.
Last night's tete-a-tete was with Timothy Leary.
Maybe I need to tune in, turn on, and drop out, or perhaps I'm wondering if there's life after youth.
We hugged like old friends, cried a bit, and had a wonderful conversation.
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