Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Dream

I was standing in line to package some things, and there were about 3 people working, 1 my old choir director and organ teacher.  Someone filed to the other person knowing I wanted the teacher.  At the last moment, I addressed it, which was to her, maybe did it ... well, there were like a thick sorta bunched up package, a box, and maybe a blank more medium-big thick, white, rather plain envelope.  I think the tape was over the home address.  So, she left, had to, something to do with dying.

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