Tuesday, July 22, 2008

The night before last I dreamed that I was at a horse farm in North Carolina with the late author Karl Edward Wagner. We were walking down a dirt road, talking about Manly Wade Wellman's writing. Now keep in mind, I never actually met Wagner so my sleeping brain was extrapolating what he might look like in 3D from photos I've seen. Wish I could remember more of the dream, but all I get are flashes of afternoon sunlight, the sounds of horses milling about and the dry dirt rising in clouds around our shoes as we walked.

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