Between Memories and Dreams

As the sweet smell of darkness fell over the land and the sound of distant thunder rolled across landscape towards me, I found myself caught in a daze of wonder. The storm approached. A million thoughts race though my mind. Should I stand defiant? As if I am able to tame the beast that moves towards me. Or should I retreat? Not out of fear but with respect.

I shall retreat… and let the memory fuel the dream.

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