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Writer's pictureLeah Jones

Vivid dreams.

Yesterday I finished reading Love in the time of cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. It is probably the fourth of fifth time I’ve read it and I love it. But it made me dream an incredibly vivid dream. I won’t go into all the details, suffice it to say I found my own love whom I’d been waiting for and my friends were annoyed that I held up the bus while for thirty minutes talking to him.

I woke up thinking of Josh Clark. Josh was an RA at Western Illinois who I met at a conference at University of Northern Illinois. I went to visit him once and had the most wonderful time. That summer I left for Iowa and we were supposed to see each other once. Unfortunately, when I called him from a truck stop outside of Chicago, his brother pranked me and said he didn’t live there anymore.

And that was it, no more Josh. He wound up in a co-op program and it took him years to graduate from college. He studied resource management or forestry. He had this one band that he loved, who’s name slips my mind at the moment. Nobody ever mentioned it again, the band, until I was in Minneapolis last year and Nate put it in the tape deck.

Speaking of unrequited, unresolved, disappeared romance.

Anyway, if anyone happens to know Josh, tell him I woke up thinking about him this morning and even did a google to try and find him. But that was silly, because I got pages and pages of sports information and nothing on him.

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