Death Dream Comments

It is a wind-blown bluish gray day when I awake inside a dream - bouncing in the back of a creaky pickup with two earthy-looking young women - clothes soiled
We pass a familiar landscape - an estate where I have been social
The pickup stops at Alleys General Store
On the store’s weathered porch sits an unshaven old man in soiled blue jeans, matching jacket, mud-stained sneakers - slumped forward - coffee in hand
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