Last night, I was on a hillside gathering opulent flowers with long stems
with a man with white hair
when we where attacked by the horses
that usually graze peacefully on this hillside
the way they do outside of Xerox PARC in Palo Alto
and in fact it was this hillside in the dream
although I have never seen flowers like these growing there
or any where else for that matter, but I have never been in the tropics.

We stood our ground.
They galloped past us, regrouping on an adjacent hillside.
"We need to go inside where they cannot see us," the man said.
He was holding a long stalk encrusted with pendulant bell-shaped pink flowers.

 
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