1/28/18

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1/28/18

It was a dark and stormy night in Chicago, the raindrops penetrating my umbrella as if they were bullets. I scurry to the clear, tiny shelter that is the bus stop. The bus has a 20 minute sit-down. "So much for fast wait..." I thought.

I had a dream about that and wanted to write it down.

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