I had a dream last night. Marilyn Monroe was there. She was talking to me. She was very close. She was older. Not ninety, nowhere near how old she'd be if she was here today, but older. She was alive. And she was so close to me that I could see lines on her face while she was talking to me, beautiful lines, as if she'd been laughing for years and years and years. As if she'd spent some time out in the sun, not fried, but just healthy, just so healthy and happy and she was talking to me, and leaning in close, and I don't remember what she said. I wasn't listening. Because she was too beautiful.
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