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gail

The truth was out there back then too.

gail

Actually, I think there might be a poem lurking in here. Something like,

This year, just after the Lord's own feast
On a winter night, at our first sleep,
Was the northern heaven all as it seemed
A burning fire; Dismayed we ,,,,,something

gail

dreamed?

gail

Then two more lines about what they dreamed.

Ana

Dreamed. Yes.

gail

A burning fire; Dismayed we dreamed
Of an end to all feasting.


gail

And one more line.

gail

And end to time.

gail

This year, just after the Lord's own feast
On a winter night, at our first sleep,
Was the northern heaven all as it seemed
A burning fire; Dismayed we dreamed
Of an end to all dreaming,
An end to our time.

That's all the poetry that's in me tonight. We'll see what I think of it tomorrow.

gail

our dreaming

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