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My Soul's Contentment,
Thank you most dearly for your soothing words, and know that in even the direst moments, I am there. Your anguish is mine own. It troubles me to hear such despair fall from your lips (or light upon your keyboard?). You know that it would take neither pleading nor beating to bring me to your sill. If it pleased you to hear but my laughter, I would deliver myself with wild abandon to your very door. There is no distance or expanse stretching great enough to keep me at bay. If the oceans overflowed and contrived to separate us, I would but think fond thoughts of you, and I would be lifted by the joy in my heart. And my yearning to see you again would surely speed me to thine island. And of this island, I may never leave. Nor could this island from me leave. I dreamed last night. A most wondrous, symbolic dream. I fell from the sky, and I could see the Aleutian fields. And I spun dizzily, round and round, my heart thumping in my chest. And as the fields rushed to meet me, I saw a ram. Not just any ram, but a lavender Ram. It raised its head, its mighty horns to me. And, I continued to fall. What can this all mean? It's been the first time that the haze has been lifted from my dreams in over a year. And the first time I recall dreaming in color. It was glorious... I wish you had seen these fields with me, felt the wind tug at your sleeves, your hair flailing madly from your sweet head. It was just.... just the release.
Thank you most dearly for your soothing words, and know that in even the direst moments, I am there. Your anguish is mine own. It troubles me to hear such despair fall from your lips (or light upon your keyboard?). You know that it would take neither pleading nor beating to bring me to your sill. If it pleased you to hear but my laughter, I would deliver myself with wild abandon to your very door. There is no distance or expanse stretching great enough to keep me at bay. If the oceans overflowed and contrived to separate us, I would but think fond thoughts of you, and I would be lifted by the joy in my heart. And my yearning to see you again would surely speed me to thine island. And of this island, I may never leave. Nor could this island from me leave. I dreamed last night. A most wondrous, symbolic dream. I fell from the sky, and I could see the Aleutian fields. And I spun dizzily, round and round, my heart thumping in my chest. And as the fields rushed to meet me, I saw a ram. Not just any ram, but a lavender Ram. It raised its head, its mighty horns to me. And, I continued to fall. What can this all mean? It's been the first time that the haze has been lifted from my dreams in over a year. And the first time I recall dreaming in color. It was glorious... I wish you had seen these fields with me, felt the wind tug at your sleeves, your hair flailing madly from your sweet head. It was just.... just the release.