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Dream Vision In a dream we see channels of clear, cool water where the most colorful array of soft fish swim among long, feathery grasses. I swim through the water and this fills my body and soul with pure, radiant joy. Then from the water to the wooded air as a flying squirrel from tree to tree; from oak to birch limb and higher to soar entirely free from the oaken forest. Well above my boyhood home: entirely free to the sky...
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