December 25, 2008


he knew that he was dying so my grandpa reconstructed a ski lift during spring and attached bird cages to it along with seating for passengers. we were brought up the hill, through a forest and over a beautiful swamp with a carpet made of lilly pads. with the switch of a button my grandfather opened all the bird cages and hundreds of white doves flew all around the swamp. they were free. at the end of my dream we didn't know if he had died, but my grandfather was never seen again. we soon realized he had transformed into one of the birds, and had flown off with the others.

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