In the dream, my husband and I had names , but we have somehow forgotten or lost them...It is summer and the night is full of sounds and smells in the black of the moonless forest. We can only see clearly the star that we know can lead us to Canada and the Quakers and freedom. The night is so black that we have lost our faces too and have trouble finding each other in the wet swampy undergrowth. In the distance we hear the dogs closing in on us from the south and the east. We stumble and fall in the muck, and Canada seems farther from Albermarle County, Virginia, than it ever did before...My husband tries his best to remain brave sounding, but I can hear the fear in the rising pitch of his voice...

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