I dreamt one night about my groom-less wedding feast.
I was dressed in white, but not a wedding dress. And my mother and I were setting out dishes in a church basement. We were preparing lots of food for my wedding, which was imminent. The hall was filling up with all the sorts of people I would never invite to my wedding: my students, the witch doctor w…
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