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Oh, to be Samantha in Bewitched or Jeannie in I Dream of Jeannie, Staring for hours, autographed pictures on my bedroom wall, dreaming of a different place with no compulsion or obsession, only once upon a time and happily ever … Continue reading
My splintered psyche aches from over-thinking. Endless days and nights, a series of reruns. Death lurks, looks square into my eyes. I am not afraid.