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Last night, as I slept,I dreamt there was a great wall before me. I hadn’t the strength to climb over,Nor the wings to carry me. I took a seat on the ground,And I looked at the wall. I had spent all my life on this side,It was good, but not everything. My destination,Was everything. As I pictured this everything,Clear in my minds eye, A fissure cleaved down the wall,from pinnacle to base…. Read More