I dreamed that Jeff and I were standing in a shallow pool. The water came up to our waists. Along the edges of the pool were blue green tiles with handpainted pictures of birds and fish and flowers. Jeff was holding a big beachball in his hands. I was wearing an old blue bathing suit which was a little too small for me.

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Uncle Roger File 3: Terminals by Judy Malloy
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