Intro

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I always had the same dream. Rain softly landed on my arms in the dark. The sound of the drops dripping off the trees echoed. My bare feet sunk into the soft ground. The smell if pine filled my nose. Although it was dark, I was never afraid. I felt at peace. I walk around the forest and brush my fingers against the tree. Then I would hear my name whispered softly through the rain. Each time I turned to greet whoever called out I would wake.I never felt as if this was a nightmare.

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