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A Recurring Dream

I am walking over the world carrying a small bundle in my arms. I fear the bundle is too heavy. I keep walking. I notice the bundle unraveling, growing lighter, less opaque, easier to carry. Sometimes the bundle is an egg. In my moment of recognition, I stumble. The egg smashes. Egg-white and yolk scatter. Sometimes it’s an apple that I accidentally crush underfoot.

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