A dream about Bruce

It was a beautiful sunny day, the sky was celeste blue and the quality of the light was such that everything seemed to glimmer in the sun. We were surrounded by mountains, in a middle of a huge park with a baseball field and a swimming pool. I played baseball, I mostly winged it since I don’t know how to play. Then I saw him, sitting in there facing away from the field, just playing his guitar in the sun.

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