dream stream

partial bottle of port in a beat-up old mailbox

tiny town with an old-style parade in the square and a big threatening dog

miniature jackal looked like a cute baby bunny the man said it barked let us hold it I smiled no teeth showing

the library ladies cried “solo” well okay but I don’t know how it got to be five years from now

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