Death on the picture

Last night I dreamed that I was in Rapid City taking a picture of my mother and my paternal great grandmother. As I looked through the viewfinder on my digital camera I saw the shadow of Death.  In his cloak it was like a black cut-out, gliding through the background, visible only through the viewfinder its shape repeating itself.

I woke up and called my mother and then my father.

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