What Now...

Sometimes bronze medals still bite.

 

Collette’s dreams:

Running from a monstrous bullish sort of animal, which was fighting with a donkey [I believe], and a cobra – watching from a high rocky cliff under the moon and wind with Puck.

 

Puck’s dream:

“I had a dream the moon fell down to earth. And I lifted it up. I ate a piece of the moon… cheese. And it didn’t taste so good.”

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