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This too shall pass. All the difficulties, the internal turmoils, the highs and lows, the wheres and whys - too many words concealing and hiding the rawness of the moment, invading the past and the future and not being in the present - where we want to be. I want us to be there, in the reality, where there are no words masking our authenticity.

It is so strange that in all the dreams of us I have had, and I haven't had many dreams of us - maybe six or seven, depending on what counts as a dream of us, there were no words spoken. And everything that was to be understood was understood. Is it not clear that I have no ego between us? That I could write about those dreams, so personal a space and sacred.