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The setting of this dream is my father’s house in northern New Hampshire. In the dream appears the middle-aged father of my adolescence shortly before his divorce from my mother, and the young man he once was whom I’ve never met.
The young man who resembles youopening a door in my father’s househalf built, as I am—dear God I want you to know thatyou stand in the living roomwatching the fire burn itself out
I remember the best day of your lifeyou were in love, you were a saintyou were almost word for word forever