THE GREAT GATSBY and my Pleated Nautical Story – I had a vivid dream, on the pleated crest of waves, in the Caspian ocean, Jay Gatsby materialised, wearing a Panama and smoking a Havana, undulating to Glen Miller’s band. He seemed, as if, he were, a capricious allusion, a dream outside a dream, a blurry, but captivating impression swinging in the misty ocean’s mass. Obscured, now and then, by his, hazy, cigar, fumes that were densely forming an evavescent fog, seemingly carrying him beyond the horizon’s edge.
Gatsby walking on water, Glen Miller’s cool, reed driven swing. Cuban cigar and white panama…great visuals.
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Dreamy stuff….. how did he get to the Caspian sea, thx phil.
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