By Joanie Stahl ( March 2016)
I dreamed I was in the mountains. It was of course what you would expect. Big pine trees and thick forests. I was staying in a quaint hotel. You know the kind. Old, cabin-esque features and charming. It was a sort of resort place as I noticed the obvious. People with families getting in and out of cars. Like a typical American vacation scenario.
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