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@ -200,7 +200,7 @@ There was no door.
There was no door. There was no door.
There was no door. Oh Lord oh Dreamer oh AwDae there was no door.
No door, no imagined *mezuzah,* as they stepped through to the city and landed in the alleyway in which The Woman usually arrived. They, then, were briefly alone. They were alone in the cool shade of the buildings and the crispness of the air and the staticky sound of the fallen leaves skittering around their feet and feet and paws and paws and feet and paws and feet and paws and paws and– No door, no imagined *mezuzah,* as they stepped through to the city and landed in the alleyway in which The Woman usually arrived. They, then, were briefly alone. They were alone in the cool shade of the buildings and the crispness of the air and the staticky sound of the fallen leaves skittering around their feet and feet and paws and paws and feet and paws and feet and paws and paws and–
@ -214,7 +214,7 @@ The Woman, as she dreamed, as I have always dreamed since and dreamed before and
She dreamed of words like leaves and sentences like branches and stories like trunks, standing solid, with premises like roots dug into logic like earth and drinking of emotions like water. There was the tree, yes, for there was the green of the words and the brown of the story and the deep darkness of logic and emotion. She dreamed of words like leaves and sentences like branches and stories like trunks, standing solid, with premises like roots dug into logic like earth and drinking of emotions like water. There was the tree, yes, for there was the green of the words and the brown of the story and the deep darkness of logic and emotion.
And above was the sun which was also The Dreamer who dreams us all. And above was the sun which was also AwDae who was RJ, The Dreamer who dreams us all.
Finally — finally! — with one orgasmic flush of joy, The Woman became The Tree, and there was a joy everlasting in such stillness. Finally — finally! — with one orgasmic flush of joy, The Woman became The Tree, and there was a joy everlasting in such stillness.
@ -228,7 +228,7 @@ We may never more be blessed.
We may never more be blessed. We may never more be blessed.
We may never more be blessed. *Baruch atah Adonai Eloheinu melech ha'olam dayan ha'emet* we may never more be blessed.
I may never more melt beneath her smile. What will become of me? I may never more melt beneath her smile. What will become of me?