98. What it means to be a stranger
I dreamed Doc Watson died and his wife went temporarily blind in her grief. I was traveling somewhere and happened to meet her. I took her hand as she climbed into an open-bed wagon—wooden, huge, with wooden benches on two sides. I sat with her then, and we fell in love in a way. I think we both felt that our attraction would last only as long as her blindness. But I woke up before she could see again, so I don’t know.
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