þriðjudagur, desember 26, 2006


She was still alive, though I can't imagine why she was in this dream.

Those others were still married, and everyone but me was afraid of the great chestnut-colored hound pacing the second floor, not as dark and terrible as a slavering Murder from Dunsany's "Ghosts" but terrible all the same. But he was gentle towards me even when he had hands and we lay next to each other. When he stood and walked away, throwing a conspiratorial look over his shoulder, the other man watched him enviously because he was so handsome.

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