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Waking up into the real dream

I lay in the grass with the pain of inner questions running through my mind, and my heart. And I wonder whether when we lie down for the imaginary  sleep, do we get to revisit the place once held our shape?

hare in the grass, columbia hillen photography

Do we get to smell life the way we did that day? And feel the wind through the blades of grass, and stare into the eyes of a faithful friend who cannot speak, but it's there for us?

tree and shadows, columbia hillen photography

Is this what everyone else calls a ghost: us, reliving some of the moments  - when we felt so vulnerable and fragile, that we could have easily be melted by the rain - before sinking into oblivion, before waking up into another dream?

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What a terrible misunderstanding...

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