A few months ago I dreamnt --
My mother is speaking of travels when she was young, and her trip to the Galapagos, and there is a large map of Central Asia into India but somehow California is where Africa is, and there's multiple small seas in it, and it turns out that she's been to Iran, and she was doing a trip and in one place the doctors wore two-cornered hats, if you can believe that, two-cornered hats, and it's only the map that is there in my mind as she says this, and some of these travels were with her brother, back then, when she was young, but not all of them, and my eyes wander to the southeast to the areas where she had not been to...
And then I wake up.
. . .
(Her brother is my dead uncle.)
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