Flapper Dreams and Other Strange Things
There is nothing worse than finally meeting the woman of your dreams, in your dream, only to wake up and realize that you’ll never see her again. And just to twist the knife a little bit more, when you do finally wake up, there are messages waiting. Messages from a girl who has come the closest so far to meeting the imaginary benchmarks set inside the unpredictability of those dreams. Much of it was washed out and ethereal, as dreams often tend to present themselves. But some of the specifics stuck inside my head–hard. And their lingering presence made me ache desperately to return to their simple, uncomplicated joy. We were browsing at some ridiculously large antique mall. Obviously on the hunt …
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