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Feb 2014
I dreamt of Columbia
of a city in the clouds
and my hands on fire
wielding powers
unimaginable

I dreamt of beauty
floating
connecting
creating pathways
for narrative

I dreamt of towers
collapsing

Burning structures
disintegrating
crashing

I dreamt of searching
exploring
then fighting
for truth


Today, even
I have spent my whole day
dreaming
of going back
Patricia Drake
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Patricia Drake
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   Benjamin King
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