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I had a dream…

Christine Priestly ponders a premonition. Last night I dreamed I visited my dead grandfather. He was slumped in an almost-modern couch inside a box-shaped room. He wore a pin-striped suit. My grandfather never wore pin-stripes. Rheumy eyes peered up at … Continue reading

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