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I had one of those visions the other night.  The visions that are dreams because they happen in my sleep, but feel so very different from a dream.   I was sitting in a living room.  In the dream it was mine but I didn’t recognize it.  Ayrie was sitting on my lap.  He was bigger, limbs longer.  I had my face buried in his hair, my fingers running through his curls, just like I did when I said goodbye to his body.  He was wearing baggy olive green pants…read more