one time i had a dream that an old friend invited me over to her library.
i hadn't seen her in many years, but she had a very well known collection. when i got there none of the books would open unless i had a piece of chocolate cake. she baked it herself.
i selected a volume of poetry by the famous roman author carassius auratus, and was going to read his finely crafted verse, but the sun went down -- and it got too dark to read. his poems, which are often about cows, farming, and rural settings, can be very scary around halloween.
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