Last night, as I was sleeping, I dreamt -marvelous error!- that I had a beehive in my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my past mistakes.
Antonio Machado "Last Night As I Was Sleeping"
This is odd, because Tuesday night I dreamt a bee as big as my fist was laying between my breasts.
I will pass this on to Anne rice's page on Facebook. It's already gotten some attention, but some of the people of the page are well off enough to donate as well.
And you've all done a really excellent job with all of them, but it still stings a bit, after my miscarriage, even though I decided not to have any after all.
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