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[threeplusfire]

It's rained almost every day for the past week. The difference is almost instantaneous. The grass is greener, trees are blooming and new leaves growing. Granted the hail knocked off a lot of new growth. But it's still lovely to see. I'm thinking that for next year I want to cover the entire front yard with bluebonnet seed and some other wildflowers. It will be pretty and we won't have to mow for a month.

My dreams have been cinematic and dark lately. Last night's involved illegimate children and murders, betrayals. My old friend John was there and we tried to talk in the parking lot, angling ourselves so the cameras couldn't see. Before that was a dream about how Nixon was JFK's vice president. When Kennedy was killed, Nixon took over. Jackie went mad, terribly mad, and Nixon had her killed. When he grew old he moved into a rambling country farm house and his Secret Service guard was all biker gangs. On and on and on it goes. This is what happens when I try to write fiction.

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[abbismom.livejournal.com]

It seems like it got green overnight. Our turnip seeds have sprouted, and a few little cucumbers. Yay!

[coyotegoth.livejournal.com]

That's a pretty damn cool fiction idea, dream or no!