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I had a dream last night that I was flying back to New York- for a visit? To live? I Don't know; I just know that as the plane began to descend, and I prepared to re-enter the place of so very many pains and joys and memories, I began to tense up, until by the time the wheels were kissing the ground, I was having a full-blown, I-can't-breathe panic attack, which woke me up. There are many places- many people- from there I'd like to see; this is not yet the time, it would seem. So be it; I can't go back, time to move forward.