Dream
Last night me and a long dead friend were swimming in some crystalline clear river, presumably on the other side, and were very happy to see each other again. The time spent over there had sharpened his already considerable beauty, and his strength was that of a dozen. However, a Burmese brown python came swimming up, and the river and bank began to fade. I tried to stay but it was time to go. My friend said something and just smiled. I take this to mean that we will meet again but this could be a trick. I can no longer distinguish between gates of horn or ivory, not at all.
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