In the black of a midsummer night, I drive.
The moon peeks in and out from behind
the cumulus shrouds of midnight,
softly illuminating the road with quick, teasing blinks
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Tara dear, looks like, sounds like, feels like one of my bizarre dream sequences, and yet I know these things happen, I just don't want them to be the nightmare that devours you. I like what I read here, and will read some more. I'd like to know more about you, if you are so inclined. Phillip
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Tara dear, looks like, sounds like, feels like one of my bizarre dream sequences, and yet I know these things happen, I just don't want them to be the nightmare that devours you. I like what I read here, and will read some more. I'd like to know more about you, if you are so inclined. Phillip