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November 17th, 2009 by fabfab
I dreamt of Frank Evans…..
It must have been a few sentences into the third chapter, sleep won over me and shut me down. I saw my self dismounting out of the horse wagon, Frank Evans and all the rest of the passengers also getting off. Me and Frank had come to the city to make our fortune. As i fell asleep i placed myself in the description Whitman was narrating in the book Franklin Evans or The Inebriate.I had traveled with Frank , the elderly country woman, John Colby, Demaine and the middle aged man on this journey to new york via horse wagon. We arrived at the Brooklyn ferry, right by the river to cross over to new york. Me and Frank soon took a ferry across the river and began looking for a place to stay, we visited many residences which were all very interesting. Finally waking up, a book for a pillow is not good, but a book for causing a dream is good.
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