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This Is Why Dreams Can Be Such Dangerous Things: They Smolder On Like A Fire Does, And Sometimes They Consume Us Completely.

But What I Could See Out Of The Corner Of My Eye Made Me Think Of Two Lovely Bundles Of Silk Floating Along A Stream. In A Moment They Were Hovering On The Walkway In Front Of Me, Where They Sank Down And Smoothed Their Kimono Across Their Knees.

Time Your Actions So You're Not Fighting Against The Currents But Moving With Them.

All At Once I Felt So Vain, Like A Girl Posturing For The Crowds As She Walks Along, Only To Discover The Street Is Empty.

We All Know That A Winter Scene, Though It May Be Covered Over One Day, With Even The Trees Dressed In Shawls Of Snow, Will Be Unrecognizable The Following Spring. Yet I Never Imagined Such A Thing Could Occur Within Our Very Selves.