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  • Last night I dreamed one of the dreams I have again and again.
    I am in a house that I have moved to against my will.
    The house is full of belongings, but they are not mine.

    Whose things are these I wonder? What woman left behind her costume jewelry?
    Left behind the contents of her cabinets and drawers.

    Hoping to find a treasure I search each small item, turning it over in my hands.
    Everything I touch is not what it appears to be. Not treasure at all.
    Only belongings whose true owner is gone.

    How strange that our belongings stay when we are there no more.
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