Gardenville
October 3, 1941
The cave dream--the marvelous wooded cave that keeps recurring from year to year in my dreams--I rejoiced that I was back in the dream-cave. I was in pajamas--to get to the entrance to the cave I had to climb down a wet slipp[er]y clay bank, which was thinly coated with dry leaves.
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