The basement in my dream was large, windowless, and poorly lit. I wore a white cable-knit sweater from my teen years. The sweater became increasingly dirty as I sorted through years of detritus. Psychoanalyst Carl Jung posited that dream houses represent the...
Thunderstorms brought rain and fog to the mountain last week. Despite the gloom, our mountain laurels blossomed in what little sunshine we had. New growth thrived in the shade. Because of the weather, I sat at my desk more than usual, slouched like a hog going to war,...
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