Crossing Worlds

We cross worlds each night inside our dreams,
but the images we carry back are garbled.
This is intentional–
Its job is to remind us which are real
of all the worlds we wander.

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  1. Nice description of the dream world… 🙂

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  2. Thanks, truly, for reading and following, and for your thoughtful comments.

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