Relating II

September 3, 2001


I can remember my dreams when the news was still fresh, the disturbing nightmarish distortions, the confusion between life and death, the illusion of a face whose soul no longer gives expression, or sight, or breath. I can remember these really bad days when the reality of an unexpected occurrence spoke much too loud and weighed much too heavy in my ears and on my shoulders. – for Gwen

Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist

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