An email has arrived!
Elvina/Denise writes:
“Hi. Yes I have read the blog and I think we
should meet up. Sunday? Coffee? D.”
When one is having dreams about the end of the
world, when one contacts the real people in those dreams and tries to establish
a connection which may exist nowhere else but one’s sub-conscious – then, at
points, one is entitled to feel that one has gone a little bit mad. There is
almost the sound of white coats flapping on the breeze. But when that reaching
out elicits a response, then that’s something else. This thing seems bigger
than me, and I’m determined to find out what it is.
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