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Dreams of my father

I dreamt about my dad again last night. We were in a very large library, like a university library's big open reading room, and I was the same size I am now, but he took my hands and began spinning around, lifting me off the ground and spinning me in circles while I shrieked, "Put me down! Put me down!" like little kids do when they're scared but also thrilled. After a while, we both collapsed on the ground and lay flat, staring up at the ceiling and catching our breath and smiling, our brains still spinning in our heads.

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