Playing With Ghosts

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digitally and on paper. What happens surprises and intrigues me. It’s like trying to remember and interpret a fleeting dream.
Which I have been doing lately. Dreaming, fueled by sleep and cold medication is intense. The dreams are thick and sticky things, melting with the light of day like butter in a skillet.

In other news…
I have a day to myself!

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