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I dedicated the following pages to my Teacher,
For He has shared His NIGHTS with me and
Without Him�. These pages would never be.
The End of the Journey
At the end of a long, dreamless sleep,
an image formed slowly fading out of black;
my hands quiet, deep in their dreams of creation
Your hand glides out of the darkness,
then folds over and into mine.
The warmth was enough to startle me awake
~*What He likes and just for Him*~
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