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Dream

Last night I dreamed I found a great deal of postcards that were written by my aunt in an antique shop.

I thought that they must be there because there had been an estate sale after my grandparents had sold their home years ago. I guessed that they had been written to them from my aunt.

I purchased the post cards, feeling I must have them, and felt anxious to go back to the antique shop, because there must be some more of my grandmother's things there.

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