Dream #4

My mind opens and I see a picture of a child opening a box. My mind opens and I see the amazement on her face, the look of pure joy. The crystal on my desk points light into the box, paints the child’s face with bliss. Inside the box is security, warmth, happiness, an explosion of delight which will carry her through the hard times. The light of the box will hold her through the winter, bring her into the long awaited spring.




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