I was thinking about Thanksgiving, and where I might end up. I thought I might be somewhere different, with someone important. For the first time in four years, I thought I might be having a Southern Thanksgiving.
I was on a cloud. I saw names in the sidewalk. I was having dreams.
How things have changed.
I think "be careful what you wish for" is probably appropriate.
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