For many days i kept dreaming, without any hints from what happened in the day time, and, too, without destination. In those dreams sometimes i was a little fish, drinking my fill in a small spring after a long trap in a drying stone whole--i guess there must have been someone who took me out of water. it could be a naughty boy,or a lovely and innocent girl who might think i was a good pet to keep, an intimate friend to talk to……and sometimes i found myself a little star, tiny but shiny, full of happiness and wisdom, bringing hope to the lost.
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