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All I can tell you is that I keep having this dream of a woman carrying flowers. She's wearing a lavender dress, an older one from the sixties and she is carrying blue flowers in a wicker basket walking towards me. I can't see her face. I wake every morning wondering who this person is, and what her face looks like. Had I seen her before on the street or in a magazine? Who is she?
Her right hand is on the handle of the basket, and her left holding the bottom. Her arms positioned in a way as if she is about to hand me the flowers. Although blurry, behind her I can see the bush she picked them from. Her skin brownish, but I am unable to tell if it is her natural color or from the sun. She walks closer to me shrinking the distance between us, as if to reach what she desires. I can only hope her desire is me. She’s about to hand me the flowers when I always woke up. Why me? I wonder. Am I the woman in the dream, or perhaps her daughter, or maybe I a guy who likes flowers. Perhaps this dream is a vision from a past life. Maybe she is my wife. Strange as it would seem, I am in love with this woman in my dream. Her skin is beautiful. She seems sophisticated, warm, and friendly. Until now, I never realized it was possible to love a faceless person of a dream. Everything I need to know was in my image of her. I love her, and what her face looks like is not of concern. I don't care, I have fallen in love with her, and to me she is beautiful. Just a random writing, enjoy your Saturday, Keith
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