Waking up from a dream, I feel that grogginess of trying to get my bearings. What’s real and what isn’t. What feelings are predominantly floating around me like the mist, fragments that you can’t touch and you know is there for just a short time. And then the dream wisps…
Stranger: “Devon is a very unusual name.” Me: “Thank you!” I guess he wasn’t actually paying me a compliment. It was an observation. Which my reply alone should tell you how I feel about my name. Assuming compliment, responding with sincere enthusiasm. I have loved growing up with my name. …
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