I’m sitting here, reading about the guy getting a postcard from the Orange Girl and how she must be in Orange Land. I’m sitting in a diner and giggling to myself for reasons I may someday (possibly soon) reveal. I suddenly remember one morning in Seattle when I had woken up to someone in my room standing next to me, the ghost from a dream, so close he was almost there, utterly familiar but utterly faceless. I remember the dream being bathed in orange. That dream had been disjointed but the color had been memorable. I just typed in “orange dream” into the blog search box, hoping I had remembered to log it so I would know what day that was. Sure enough, November 7th, 2009, a 29 day. And another surprise synchronicity– the word “lichen.”
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March 30th, 2010 | Comments Off on

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