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When I dream, I dream of him. For several nights now he’s come to me, waving from a distant shore as if he’s been waiting patiently for me to arrive. He doesn’t utter a word, but his smile says everything: I’ve missed you.
Libba Bray
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Libba Bray
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: March 11
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Texas
United States
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