In dreams we can chase the ebbing tide, and find ourselves upon an undiscovered
causeway leading clear across the ocean, the world suddenly free & easy & at
rest, the sea arrested to allow our passage, gulls leading us to whatevee land
awaits us at the other end. We can walk on & on; I've set an alarm for the
morning.

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