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Umbrella
I had a dream last night that I was in Manhattan.
It was a stormy day I had my
best shoes on, and was in
the midst of skyscrapers, traffic
endless museums when I realized that I forgot my
umbrella. When I crossed
Sixth Avenue to take the subway
a spaceship swooped down by
the curb partially obscuring the rear of
a taxicab.
A masked man leapt out.
"Where are you off to?" he asked.
"I'm on my way home for an umbrella," I told him.
"That's a long way to go to get away from a little rain." http://ladyjaynestahl.blogspot.com