I dreamed I was talking with a neighbor girl – a grade school classmate who I have not spoken to since high school.
I asked her how her family and husband were doing and she broke down sobbing about Alzheimer’s and cancer.
A group of our old grade school girls appeared to console her, gathered her up and took her away.
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I wonder if I should try to look her up to say, Hello, how are you? But I think 50 plus years on it might be a bit unnerving.
9-20-25
(poem to read at a peace rally)
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