Nostalgia

Our Family is a Building

The Aching Nature of Dreams

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I awoke out of a dream crying my mother’s name.

The wetness on my face was born of tears. Tears of nostalgia.

In my dream, my mother showed me, via a sequence of images that were hopelessly reminiscent of the past, a special day that was intended for us. Our day together was spent…