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  • Well it went like this -

    1. Landed on a beach at daybreak, a fiery salmon yolk breaking the horizon like an egg on slate. Slow and deliberate. The waves were applauding. I was mute, but could communicate in color. I raised my arms, deepening the blue above to indigo, then drew a periwinkle haze carefully along the peachy pink to make her that much more beautiful. The most amazing feeling of co-creation.

    2. The roses on the table? They were in a vase and breathing, miraculously opening up before my eyes and on every exhale, revealing themselves fully, unabashed. They sighed and said “it’s so easy, see?”

    3. Crisp winter air, snow banks off to the left, thin and fragile winter light. A small group of us there, laughing. We were gliding through an ice coated forest. The tree trunks looked like bamboo until I looked up and realized they were roses, the roses from the vase. They had become gargantuan, 20 or 30 feet high! No thorns. Blushing roses in shades of coral, pink, peach and saffron atop thick, green bamboo stalks. They swayed and hummed – I became suddenly aware in the dream of what was happening - we were ice skating through a forest of singing roses.

    4. Then, a park. In France? A group of children in uniforms skipping down a tree-lined allée, singing something like

    Vu, vu, jamais vu
    Déjà vu et presque vu
    Vu, vu, vous et tu…

    Pear tree blossoms were blowing off the rows of sycamore trees, the camouflage colored bark exfoliating before my eyes. The pink blossoms floated and swirled around the children like snowflakes. Danced with their hair briefly then gently landed onto a fluorescent green lawn.

    5. I met this curly haired girl with hazel eyes. Her name might have been Laura? She had freckles, lots of them, and was smart and knowing and kind. I would recognize her face anywhere. She is no one I know but completely familiar too...I wonder who she is?

    “Your’re a funny girl” said my husband, kissing my damp forehead and handing me a cup of tea. "Clearly you're feeling better. I can see it in your eyes. You were lost there for a few days, that flu really got you..."

    If only he could have seen….

    I stumbled into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My straight hair had turned wavy in the last 48 hours - windblown, matted and sticky from fevered adventures.

    “And who are you?” I wondered.
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