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Winter Dream I dreamed I was young again or youngish and a lovely girl loved me. It was all perfectly lovey-dovey – intimacy occurred and kept occurring in private and to my surprise in public. Nobody much noticed, except us; it was unaccustomed unselfconsciousness we felt and contentedly discussed. It was my dream, and soon enough she pointed this out. This stirred me from my sleep back to dark winter: our bed was still king-sized, the hot-water-bottle between us was lukewarm, the aches and pains of my old age resumed; she was here, no dream, nor indeed yet old, held quietly as if unconscious in her own private dreaming. Wednesday 1 July Max Richards in midwinter Melbourne ------------------------------------------------------------ This email was sent from Netspace Webmail: http://www.netspace.net.au