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I woke up at 5am after a nightmare of three personalized rejections. I dreamed I got one from Strange Horizons on Geddarien, and the editor wrote that my story was like "a puppy that suffers and whines but never dies." The other rejection was for "Imperfect Verse" from Eclipse - praise, but "the market is entirely wrong for it". Third was for a poem, I don't even remember which one.

I woke up and ran to check my email. Nothing.
Just my anxiety.

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I danced in the rain tonight. In the street.

I last did this in 2005 :)