Driftwood dream

I had the most beautiful dream last night with my mom – a green dream, foggy on the Oregon or Washington Coast. Mist fell in pockets between dark trees. We drove curves smoothly, slowly without schedule; the road tossed, forgotten gray yarn. We would do this some weekends when I still lived at home, explore, take our cameras, drive into the trees.

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