I keep dreaming of hills Big hills. They rise out of flat land, a tower of road I have to climb. The call beyond the crest changes. At times, it isn't even known - just some phantom draw pulling me on and upward. I always fear the car will fall off of the hill or slide down it and crash. The fear is more real than the hill. When I wake up, it stays with me, another kind of phantom draw. But this one keeps me from walking outside making a call stopping for gas when she is at work. Maybe I dream of big hills because the real ones are so small.
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