I had that dream again, the one where I am rowing down a stream, laughing. I don’t understand some parts of it. I mean, what could it possibly be worth to collect more shells? Won’t I be able to keep my memories or will I be like the others, left with only vague impressions? Will they be surprised that there are two of us this time? I wonder these things now that it is getting close to my next birth day. I can hear heartbeats. It’s almost time to go! I’m ready. I hope it will be another good one.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROCHELLE
MANY HAPPY RETURNS!
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