The Camellia Grill. One day I'll finally
tell you. One day you'll finally
see.
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Last night I dreamed of going to the Before Camellia Grill for brunch. When we approached by car, it was the After. We were across an imaginary intersection from the Grill, and an old woman was being slowly, so slowly, helped across the street. She looked vacant, maybe drunk or slightly demented, and was holding religious tracts in her hands. She stopped, looked right at me and said telepathically:
"One day I'll finally tell you
One day you'll finally see
You can keep your Jesus stories
Away from me."