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PART 7

. . .She had as strange dream that night that she remembered the next day, which was unusual as she hardly ever recalled them. It disturbed her enough to write it down in a notebook where she sometimes made notes about significant events on any particular day. In the dream she was wandering through some woods in foggy place, not lost, but not sure where she was going either. She could hear the leaves underfoot, making slippery paper sounds while a dog was barking somewhere nearby. It went on and on, this walking, the leaves, and that dog that always seemed not so far away but not getting any closer. She could see the ground rising ahead and a lawn with scattered tombstones in the distance. . .