You sit up in bed, and feel a fluttering at the edge of consciousness -- because after all, you must remember something that was so real. It will slip through your fingers like water cupped there -- your waking mind cannot comprehend of the enormity of what you saw, and what you lost...
8.28.2010
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I wanted to get my mail, but it was taking too long and I was unsure that mail services would get it to me in time so I went to the mail room and checked my mailbox there and found all of my mail just sitting there. My credit card had arrived, but also my subscription to Time. There were two Times, one from October and one from November 2. The October one had a picture of George W. Bush on it, fuzzy and rather tabloid like and the caption was "He wanted to get Dick". There had been an assassination attempt on someone's life, and now it was coming out that the old president was trying to kill his VP. The other one had a picture of the Mediterranean and Africa and there was a hot spot green target over the middle east, though I can't remember the caption...
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