A Different Kind of Day
November 7th 2010 Today is Sunday. The sun was in the sky and the air was as clean and crisp as it can be in a cityscape. Somewhere I could hear the echoes of running feet pounding the pavement, even as I lay in my bed. The morning light crept in and welcomed me to the waking world. I had a dream, and it felt strong in my blood, nameless, it's form dissolving before my mind had a chance to grab it and weave it into
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