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Jul 2011
...I'm standing on a hill that feels taller than any mountain there is. The wind flowing through my hair. My white night gown is replaced by a shimmery yellow sun dress. I cast out my view deep into the horizon, blue and green colors dancing and mixing everywhere. The sun light shimmers off the vast oceans flowing farther than my eye can see. I try to take a step forward but the feeling comes back to my feet and i remember that i have no shoes. The hill is steep and rocky and I'm wishing i had my new climbing sneakers. I'm looking down and planning my steps to get down with as little damage as possible. There are enough flat dents almost designed for a way down. I step forward once more and suddenly i feel I'm dreaming, and my new sneakers appear. All at once i understand where i am, why I am here and my abilities. In this beautiful perfect dimension i able to have anything i wish in an instant. Half way down the hill i try something. I think of landing at the bottom next to a long flowing river. i hold on to the rocks and close my eyes. Before i know it i feel something sturdy beneath me and I am staring at a vast sparkling river. There's a stone path leading to the warm sand and crystal clear waters. Next while laying in the sand i wish for the most impossible thing that could happen. I look over and i see my father in a white suit walking toward me. How did i get the gift to come to heaven?
Magean Martin
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