The night before I went to see M. Doughty in Newburyport MA I dreamed he was inviting me into a building, watching me, observing me, he liked me.
Suddenly I was in a room with a man behind a series of tables. A few of us were on the other side of that table. I sensed he wanted us to stuff envelopes.
I think that meant to write letters, lots of letters.
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