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  • A few years ago I had this dream. I had this dream where I was sitting in a room talking to the most radiant woman. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She looked like she was around 25 but she told me she was actually 90. I was astounded and awed by her absolute vibrance. I asked her what her secret was. She leaned towards me with big eyes and whispered into my ear, " rosemary...."

    I have a hedge of rosemary in my garden. A wild hedge of fragrant rosemary tendrils. It grows into the path I take to get to my front door. I brush by it all the time. My skin often smells like tea and earth. Every time I pass, it stirs me awake, and I can hear the beautiful woman whispering into my ear. Sometimes I like to chew on it. And sometimes I put a sprig or two in my back pocket and imagine myself glowing.
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