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In a dream you pet a dog. You are the fur under your own fingers. The dog is dreaming and making little noises and in that dream you exist only as scent and the warmth of embrace. You are the dirt in a flowerbed. You are goldenrod in a summer sunset. You are free

my 3-yr-old niece has an imaginary friend named grandma and tonight i asked her where grandma lives and she said, “in the forest. in a cabin. the police came for her. she’s in a cave. she’s dead. she’s coming back.” kids are fun.