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A dream

A dream Ten AM, the Russians came into my bed. The essence of communism filled my head . With them - every woman, child and man – through the labyrinths of time, I ran. In that moment, just before I awoke, understanding ???, never a word spoke. In a semi-conscious state, my head stuffed with pain, I realized, a serious cold is what fills my brain. B. J. “A ” 2 April 2nd 2015

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