Media Noctis. I've just risen from a long, sad realistic dream about my mother's brother's family--so many, so long dead. I was talking with ghosts, and knew it, in my grandfather's house at Pampa. Can it still be standing? Unlikely. It was old long ago. In the dream the house was simply falling apart, and the cousins, long dead, that I was talking to about long ago times and people, faded into the silent twilight when a living person (presumably), my cousin Gwendollyn Susan Fleming came in. What must her name be now? If she's still alive, she'll be a woman in her fifties, a mother and grandmother, and handsome, if she takes after her mother, my Aunt Della. Oh, so much, gently and solemnly, this dream has laid to rest.
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