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Vincent had been on my mind lately, a lot. I always knew he was troubled, my intuition was telling me he was even more in chaos than usual. Every night as I closed my eyes his creased unhappy face would fill my inner eyes, haunting my sleep. I dreamed of him often, and one dream in particular stands out in my memory.
Though in reality he was an ocean away, in this visitation he and I were walking the streets of New Haven. We were mostly silent, each in our own chaotic inner world that accompanied us everywhere, when we found ourselves standing in front of one of the large Gothic windows set in the old original art gallery of Yale University.
Vincent stopped and gazed up at the many-colored panes, clearly taken with their chaotic beauty. He began pacing agitatedly, a few steps to the left, a few steps to the right, all the while muttering and giving forth an occasional "Ah..."
In the dream I said nothing, knowing that he was mentally cons...