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Sister (To Cynthia)
In our dreams we will dance in the ancient dust of Africa and the bright sun will melt us into one color, one world, one dream.
In our dreams we will be the teachers of imagination the healers of lost souls and we who were once lost are found.
In these dreams that flow over miles through time and all barriers we shall meet to learn our name.
And it shall be Creation.
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