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The sun was sinking as Ellen and I sat on the beach. “God made the world very vivid today” I said.
Ellen smiled “Yes” she said.
I picked up a sea shell and held it up to the sky “Isn’t it beautiful”?
“You should know” said Ellen “you made it beautiful when you picked it up”.
"Am I dreaming then"? I asked.
"Yes" she said "this is a dream, but you are not dreaming. The dream is you. the beach, the sea, the sky, me, you. All of this is one thing, a single moment".
Ellen smiled “Yes” she said.
I picked up a sea shell and held it up to the sky “Isn’t it beautiful”?
“You should know” said Ellen “you made it beautiful when you picked it up”.
"Am I dreaming then"? I asked.
"Yes" she said "this is a dream, but you are not dreaming. The dream is you. the beach, the sea, the sky, me, you. All of this is one thing, a single moment".