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A Waking Man
A waking man who dreamt marvellously about a fantastical world saw how terrible the earth truly is.
And now, here, the dying light of his soul waits dreaming again.
He was, indeed, a child; a child to whom knew not who his family was, and who knew not who nursed him; for he lived atop a cold mountain in a small, sad cabin of oak wood. He can only cry, for his family--he thinks--died long ago. But here was he dreaming beautifully about a perfect...
And now, here, the dying light of his soul waits dreaming again.
He was, indeed, a child; a child to whom knew not who his family was, and who knew not who nursed him; for he lived atop a cold mountain in a small, sad cabin of oak wood. He can only cry, for his family--he thinks--died long ago. But here was he dreaming beautifully about a perfect...
