![]() ![]() And then all the rest of the day and into the night, it will gnaw at me. Sometimes I’ll wake up and not remember and then, late in the afternoon, I’ll be at a stop sign, say at 25 th and Cap, and there will be that little girl in the white dress and I’ll know that it happened again last night. Could be The Cove.) Beloved Long Branch in Minong where the giant moose lords over the pool table and the Birch Trail girls in their dark sunglasses and cut-off shorts stand around dangling longnecks from their fingers, taunting us with their exposed flesh… The North Woods, I dream of them often, and I just figured the little girl in white was a fragment of something that could have happened but didn’t. I’ve got to get to the Long Branch in Minong to meet friends, or wherever I’m headed. In the rearview, in the reddish dim of the brake lights, I see a white dress sprawled on the pavement. We used to go swimming at night and I imagined that the little girl in white had just come from swimming in some murky backwoods pond when she ran into County Road F and into my headlights. There are more small lakes than people, so many lakes nobody bothers to count like they do across the border in more orderly Minnesota. Up there in the North Woods, in Douglas County, just south of Lake Superior, the roads are red because of the clay they used to build them. I’m driving along a dark road, tall pines on both sides it may be the northern Wisconsin of my twenties. ![]() For years now I’ve had a recurring nightmare. ![]()
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