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THIS DREAM AGAIN, DEJA VU!

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3-17-2022

“But never - never feel like that. I just want you to remember. When you’re alone in their realm, when you’re lost among the halflings and terror, know to the bottom of it all - you will never be them. You will never sink to that depth. I want you to know among the gnomes and cottaging - you’re better than them. And you always will be.”

Whatever sun could set across the gold of a yellow brick road reflecting internal like a glass of water before a windowsill until the whole thing shines, glass turning to gold and maybe the dumbest can take it for some shining path, preventing with spears the grasping fingers from seizing it up to covet. “What do you need that for?” they might ask and the animal can say nothing except to invite his own death. Pity.