I dreamed that Dad had built a house on top of a hill. It's a grassy hill, cris-crossed by two-lane streets. Electric poles march on the ridge of the hill. At the base, to the west, is a beach, and the sea. It felt like the world was in a perpetual sunset.
It's a simple wooden house, but sturdy. There were four interconnected bedrooms, one for him
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