Saturday, May 17, 2008
Last night I dreamed
I n my dream, there was loud thunder, but oddly enough, also a soft summer breeze, perfumed with a scent of ripe mangoes, so strong and sweet that I could taste it, feel it, drenching my soul, making me dizzy, pulling me apart, melting every bit of my heart, until all of me had dissolved into its warmth. Thunder made everything tremble again, and lighting illuminated the darkness that had obscured the sun. The storm had arrived, but I felt safe. I had become one with that heavenly flow that...
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