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Julia - Oil Pastel

Excerpted from dream journal Vol. 2 May:

     "There's some gathering of sorts. Many women are here.

Maybe all women. Someone, who is familiar to me, asks me

what I'm doing. 

     "I'm heading out," I tell her.

     "I need to go to," she says.

     We walk together in a field that's being plowed. My

friend either goes back to the gathering or disappears some-

how. I walk the plowed rows alone, hearing "La Délaïssàdo"

by Joseph Canteloube as sung by Arleen Auger. I am really

sad but I don't know why."

     I found out later that a day before this dream my friend,

Julia, died.     

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