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I had a dream:

An old teacher expressed to me that my childhood home had been put on market.

I greeted the seller of the home. I asked them what’s been in my heart since I left this old home:

I asked to see & sit on the roof one last time. I wanted to 

watch the Sun rise, something I had done often as a child.

The roof’s bones remained powerful enough to carry me even though its skin had begun to decay under the passage of Time.

Down the hill, there were less homes than I remembered, replaced instead by a canyon. Earth’s Cathedral surrounded by a body of Water that presented itself like a mirage.

I only knew it to be real because when the first rays of sun light cast itself upon the land, I saw its Waters shiver.

Its gentle tremors were filled with wakefulness, pleasure & happiness as it carried the light on its surface towards the stony peaks of the Cathedral, offering its bounty, its

Luminosity to the Land

like a Crown

to its King.

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