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[strangers_call]

I had a dream that I was walking through a field of tall, yellow grass.  The sky was a slate gray, a little blue, a little gray, a little white.  There was a clear horizon, like God had cut a line right across the world.  The more I waked the more the world the world changed.  Sometimes I was staring at the sky and the bare branches of trees above

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[strangers_call]

Sometimes I wonder if they're real.

[strangers_call]

I don't know a witch.