This morning I woke up from the first dream I've remembered in months. My textile artist friend Lorraine was mashed up with Loreena McKennitt and a famous Shakespearean actress. I took Marian and Brenna to see her in a play at the Stratford Festival, which was located in my fictitious city in Hockley Valley. We first attended a dinner banquet. I ( Read more... )

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