Dear Wigleaf,

I woke up this morning and couldn't remember my dream, or else I didn't dream and remembered it perfectly. I ate cereal on my deck staring at trees that blocked my view of the ocean. I couldn't see the ocean for the trees.

Wish you were here,


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Read AB's story, "Revolutions."

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