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  • I saw the future this morning.
    It is every bit as complicated as the past.

    That shining city of El Dorado is still and forever a shimmer on the horizon.
    I see now that it will recede for every step I advance,
    It is not an illusion,
    It is my will.

    I got a letter yesterday.
    Paper in hand, envelope and penmanship.
    It brought me news of cactus gardens, canyons and making peace with the dreams of youth.
    I sent back a paper letter, full of frogs, crickets and rain.
    I sent back a letter about making peace with the dreams of middle age.

    I saw a possible future beginning this morning.
    Not as dramatic as the birth of a star.
    More like a flooded meadow that a beaver has created as a part of a cycle;
    meadow to pond and later back to forest.

    The future is every bit as complicated as the past.
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