Upon the Death of My Brother
At the end of this past night's dream, I came around the corner and saw into the kitchen, where Wilum was doing the dishes. I stood a moment paralyzed, realizing he was a ghost, as he turned and smiled at me. I said, "Oh. You came." I strode forth and hugged him tightly, and woke weeping.
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