We live in Florida. In daylight, I realize that for some time I have been running through a patch of poison ivy in my front yard. My dad asks me to go collect tide pool creatures. I jump in the truck and head down a snowy hill to the beach. The red-haired teenage witch from TV sits in a tall lifeguard’s chair. She wears a short, black dress and is pregnant again.
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #195: My Dad Asks Me To Go Collect Tide Pool Creatures.
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