I dreamt of G last night.

I don't remember much of the dream. There was fear, and excitement. There was women dancing in silk dresses as light as clouds.

I remember returning to the main setting of my dream, in a car. There was a group of artists, with their easels set up in the failing daylight.

One of them looked familiar.

G turned around as the car pulled up, excited, and tapped on the glass.

I can't remember what was said, but he left angry and unhappy, and I cried but didn't stop him from leaving.

Sometimes I hate dreaming.

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Rosie.

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