Deep in the world of dreams I stood upright and steady in an unfamiliar landscape. The ground was hard and smooth and flat like the sun baked sands of the estuary in late summer after most of the river has been reduced to a brook. Stars ran swiftly by as bright as the full moon accompanied with a swift roar and carved a path before me like annual migration of the four legged beasts. A strange sweet smell and an orange haze hung noticably in the night air.
I squatted down giddy with the unfamiliarity of what was before me and trembled slightly as I felt the weight of isolation pressing down on me. This was not my home, my date tree, my river. This is not the estuary and this is not late summer. And the migration of four legged beasts was 2 moons ago.
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