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I had the most beautiful dream. I was having a stroke, everything was mixed up and upside down, nobody could understand what I was saying and my laundry was all jammed up in a photocopier. But two doctors finally came to help me. One gave me an olive branch and the other one held me tightly in his arms and danced me around like a mother rocking her baby and whisper-sang a song into my ear about the struggle, the things I feel alone with, telling me, "I know, I know."