In a dream I looked down and saw that I was wearing knee-high black leather boots, the same style of boots I’d worn riding horses competitively from the age of seven to eighteen. In the dream I pushed on the top of my right boot and the taut leather slid down my calf like butter, only to reveal a gaping wound on my shin the size of a modest zucchini. I …
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