I had another strange dream last night, and woke to find myself sweating. I was lying in the dark; I couldn't move my feet. I kept calling out to Birdie but he wouldn't answer, though I knew he was there. I was lying in my same reindeer bag. I was so very cold.
Where shall I be a year hence? What will I have to say to you then of my dreams and aspirations?
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