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The Dime
My dreams have been powerful of late. But last night, it was the half dreams that stayed with me; that delicate blend of the last moments of consciousness and the first dark moments of sleep. A woman sang to me, beautifully, and her voice was so distinct and crystal clear. She wasn't stolen from any of my myriad of female vocalist CDs, because I know those women's voices. It was a voice sprung slowly from the swaying embrace of my dark mind.


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