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The flip book in my dream must have been three hundred pages, and on each page my friend had sketched the same scene, with the variation occurring only in the grass, that stippled breeze, that breath from God—that is, from my friend who’d done the sketches, or from me who’d dreamed of my friend having done the sketches. Notebooks record God.

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Categorized as Passages

By Peter

After stints as a trial lawyer and a church worker, Peter Stephens has settled in as a Virginia high school English teacher. Peter has read several books and poems. He wrote none of the posts below filed under "Passages." Click the link at the end of each post to see it in the context of the author's original post.