A Hand In The Dark
I often wondered if the dreams I had, when separated from my daughter, had any actual connection to her. We were standing in a field, in tall grass. There was a barbed wire fence built with wooden posts around the field. It was dusk. I stood there holding her hand, looking up at the stars. My daughter was about 12 years old, but in my dream, she was 6 or 7. We were watching the lights moving about the sky. … Read More