"Late in the cold night wakened, and heard wind,
And lay with eyes closed and silent, knowing
These words how bodiless they are..."
From "Night Images" by Robert Fitzgerald
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I dreamt there was a tornado coming, one so large I couldn't see it except for its effects -- the beautiful spectrum-laced cloud top, ice-crystal cloud tails making arcs in the stratosphere. My family was visiting, and of course I could not find, and then could not start, my car.
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Somehow, things brighten up when you get out and start taking note of things.
I've had that nightmare so many times: tornado coming, can't find my car. What does it mean?
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