Last night I dreamed of my grandmother. It was good to see her again. We were in the kitchen at her home. She was cooking a fantastic feast for the family reunion going on around us and down on her property. Dishes were piled in the sink, and I needed to wash my hands, so I pitched in to help with those. She was busy and focused - but still stopped
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