Last night I dreamed of my old friend with the sad story. In the dream my friend was transfigured. She was herself, standing tall, majestic, gray-haired. Powerful I'd say. I thought the dream was a gift and I believed it.
What courage it took for my friend to call after all those years and pour her own dream and prayer out onto my answering machine.
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