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A couple of nights ago I dreamed about the family reunion/memorial gathering I'll be attending in a few weeks.  Various relations were there, though those cousins aren't that young, and it was technically my grandparents' house but certainly wasn't any of the houses I've ever seen them in.  My grandfather wasn't there--made sense, it's his memorial--but, oddly, my grandmother was, and she's been dead, oh, about six years now (going on seven). 

I think the sharpest moment of the dream was when I looked out a back window in the house and inhaled the fresh air coming in, and it was sharp and vivid with the scent of pines, even though there were none around that house.  My grandparents' last house was in the Sierra Nevadas, and the area was thick with pines.  I'd put in the coordinates for Google Earth, but the picture is too blurry. 

I can hardly wait to go.  I yearn for California, and I haven't been in a few years.  It will only be a few days, but I'll savor every second. 

And my brother and sister-in-love, those brilliant people, rented a convertible for the trip.  Guess who I'm riding with.  :P 

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cincoflex and I have collaborated on an airy little fic, Inert Nobility.  *snerk*