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May 4, 2013

I don't know why it took
forever but it wasn't until
today that a dream was
finally realized--to row
in a rowboat upon Lake
. It was relatively
new dream, humble in
aspect, but still it took
inordinately long to fulfill.

And now what? What do
you call a memory of a dream?
Is it the same as a plain old
memory? Or is it more like a movie
you've heard about but never seen?

Nothing long and purposeful for me.

Kayaks are too intent; canoes tippy.

Besides, in those cases you're paddling,
not rowing. Which is fine. For them.

Gimme a dinghy, six-pack, and two
and we'll show this lake
a good time. Police be damned.