A Poem by Adrie Rose
Day 26
I dreamt that I was cooking for friends and family. So many of us that we could barely fit into the
kitchen. Then it shifted, and I was lying in bed with friends. There was a tree outside the
window, its branches hung with silver circles. We were singing together, a harmony. Our voices
touching in the air.
April 2020
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