The other day I woke from a dream in which “Mrs. Robinson” played a prominent role.
That afternoon I went to the Library for my regular fix of books and audiobooks.
And what did I find sitting on top of one of the shelves, as if someone had left it there just for me?
“The Graduate.” The audiobook version. (Who even knew such a version existed?)
Coincidence? Synchronicity? Selective perception?
You tell me.
Coo Coo Ca Choo