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The Blast
I dreamt last night that I was in a village outside Hiroshima the day the bomb was dropped (it was a village I have actually visited in Japan, but the house was my childhood home in the States). I knew it was coming but could do nothing to warn anyone or stop it; I awoke feeling the heat on my skin.
Then today I saw the word ‘Hiroshima’ four separate times.
Synchronicity • 11 August 2009