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preface

I am among friends. It is evening, and the lake is dark and still. There is a red circular life buoy floating some distance from shore. Drifting on my back, cradled by the buoy, I realize my mind is in a thousand places, so I look up at the sky. At first I see only blackness. Soon enough shades of pale amber light reveal layers of shifting and billowing clouds. They force my breath to rise. Then I begin to wonder how far I have drifted. Trying to twist around to see land, I fear capsizing. I take a moment to decide not to worry, and turn back to the sky.

FEBRUARY 20, 2013

A dream