Dreamt that my grandmother was sick, but still alive, and lived on the outskirts of old San Francisco where the medieval walls had been turned into apartments and the hill where I had learned to skateboard was still there. We flipped through photo albums and talked of places we had lived and traveled and none of them existed. I kept crying and holding her hand.

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