Our dreams drench us in sense, and sense steeps us again in dreams.
— Amos Bronson Alcott
I thought I heard rain,
that soothing, thrumming beat,
but it was just my heart racing,
waking from some curious dream.
C.L. Fisher, July 2022
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Poetic Meanderings 