Im on a tour bus, trying to sleep. There are four other people and a dog who keeps attacking me with sharp teeth. We go to and from a holy holy site. I am beginning to tell a friend about Yosemite. A huge bus comes by with oil tanks and fuel.
מְ = mem (holy). Outside in the street, glass is being swept up as מְ continues to go through my mind. The man next to me on the bus made sure he got his share of dinner and also the brown blanket.
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