I went there last night in my mind while wind in tree branches shushed the world outside and humped shadows slumped noiselessly across my bedroom ceiling.
I went where cold stone, wood steps, and dewy blades of grass invited my bare feet to run through the darkness and not look back.
I went where a hazy half-moon’s glow softened inky blackness to cut sharp, silvery prisms on open water and call me beyond fear.
I went where the scent of life and hope blowing in the wind transformed what I thought, what I felt, what I knew.
It is morning now.
I will return.
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