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Sunday, February 19, 2017

bread dream

Trip planning!  Trying to coordinate with a friend.  I hope she txts me back.

Last night was political prisoner letter writing night.  We did it here at Bartlett for the first time.  It worked well.  There were six of us total.  That's a good amount to fill birthday cards.

This morning I slept in until almost 8.  Wtf.  I was dreaming hard.  Giving bread to a bunch of cranky people.  Weird different kinds of bread.  I was trying to eat some of the bread too.  And some of the bread meant something else that wasn't bread at all.


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