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When dreaming ends
Martyr
wilowisp
This morning is still and subtle, and welcomes me to pause for a few stolen moments. The air is dreamlike, and I feel I am standing at a threshold, a true hush of liminality. But this is a doorway I know none of us will pass through. I have met with you again, my dawn, my desire, my secret God, only this time I am not asleep.

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