ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
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DREAMS
That was childhood, when I believed anyone could fly if they
just thought hard enough. I had dreams where I willed myself
off the ground and looked down over it all from a height
where nothing could reach me. These nights, I dream of long
Walks. One of them takes me down alleys and then through an
old rusty door into a jumble of a building with sloping floors
and leaning walls and turns that don't make any sense. Around
one corner, cold water suddenly comes rushing down the hallway
as high as my ankles, and I see I'm in sandals and my feet
will be soaked. I have to keep going on my way, but I encourage
myself by remembering that I've waded many times before, I know
what I'm doing, it's not as cold as some, I'll dry off, etc.
But I'll have to get new sandals.