Sevenling (Hazy wisps of) Hazy wisps of last night's dream sequences lit upon the faintest glimmers of reflections swirling around fantasies beyond the reaches of my consciousness. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes this morning; savored the aroma of my coffee with a contented sigh; stepped out and breathed in Jerusalem's crisp autumn air.… Continue reading Back then, or: Hours later
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