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He spoke of a dream he had- “I'm passing through a pyramid - I am being pushed toward the outside toward the light, and I am wet”. This was too easy. I told him I understood the symbolism: ‘Your dream is about a spiritual rebirth.’ He seemed content. The next day he died of a heart attack while leaving the glass pyramids which form anti-chambers to the Louvre museum. It was raining at the time.

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Date: 10/4/2019 11:49:00 PM
Wow. Didn't see that coming. the irony of that.
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Eric Ashford
Date: 10/5/2019 10:36:00 AM
Smiles, thanks P.S.Awtry...yes, it's on e of those twisted poems.

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