Above, in front. Below, looking back.
In my dreams, I often return to a few sites from my past. Invariably, these seem to be places of transition, sites along the way, neither at home, or, at my destinations. Again, there I am, gazing at my surroundings, at this place that in real life I had only experienced in passing. The places seem benign enough, but, when I explore their secrets, will this unleash a maelstrom? And yet, I am sure that in so doing, there is my redemption and wholeness.
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