Taylor Ho Bynum

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I was sitting in a kitchen, talking to a dear friend who had passed away. I did not completely recognize the kitchen we were sitting in, yet it was also somehow familiar. In my dream, my friend was not dead, but we had not seen each other for a while and I was lamenting how long it had been. But, I mentioned, she had appeared in some dreams of mine, and it almost felt like we had talked. She agreed, saying dreams were a good way of keeping in touch with people you didn’t get to see very often anymore. When I awoke, I cried for a little bit because she is gone, but went back to sleep comforted because she is not.

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