Wednesday, November 12, 2014

From a dream this morning between 4 and 6

"Its a sarupe" said the little girl, "to keep dogs from biting themselves."

It was a giant plastic cone with the point cut off, and I knew what it was for, just never heard it called that.

She looked old timey, with curled blonde hair and and a checked pink dress - but the colors were faded, as if she'd just stepped out of an old photo.

She handed me the "sarupe".

And now I'm typing this with the thought of it around my neck. 

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