A Dream

26 09 2008

I was standing next to Mexico and I could see in the valley the bullfighting arena. But they were not fighting bulls, instead it was horse races. One of the riders left the race and came up the hill close to us. It was Bill Clinton. He laughed and rode back to the race.

What does THAT mean?

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27 09 2008
Sarah

That you have great foreign policy credentials.

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