Where is Freud when I need him to interpret for me: the other night I woke up in the middle of a dream and the ‘flavor’ of it stayed with me long enough for me to remember that I was “trying to find a bottle to hold the notes of my sorrow.”
I'm happy as a lark and I rarely drink - and then only a glass of wine.
The phrase has stayed with me and I don’t know what to make of it.
Do you?
I'm happy as a lark and I rarely drink - and then only a glass of wine.
The phrase has stayed with me and I don’t know what to make of it.
Do you?
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