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In dreamtime
drowning under sword and sea, you encounter silver serpent predators much swifter than you ever supposed. Waking on soft vanilla sunbeam you emerge to breathe unencumbered for the moment, reaching stretch to center self: prayer for beings sentient. In Mind’s ennui are layers bruised from cyclic battles infinite. You shrug remaining ego and drift away... disrobed identity rising as a spirit pulled into the empty sky.
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