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l sometimes have this dream. . .
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l dream my fingers have grown back.
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. . .and the swelling or my face has subsided.
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l dream that l have with me. . .
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. . .a dozen baskets of my best white lotuses.
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. . .and travel to the floating market of youth.
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As l approach the women. . .
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l would free all of my lotuses into the water. . .
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. . .and watch them float through the market
like a white river.
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lt would be then,
that l had finally returned home. . .
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. . .set free and pure.
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Then l would wake up into the black night.
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. . .and realize it was simply a dream. . .
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. . .one of many that will never be fulfilled.
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lt's not too late.
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lt is late.
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lt is later than you realize.