Perhaps the Past

I fell asleep and had a dream. There was so much color.. All kinds of pinks and reds and oranges. The hues were evident but not sharp. Not the kind that pierce your mind and you avert your gaze. There was so much softness. Delicate. Numbness. Yet it wasn’t fading away. It was.. Hovering. I could feel that there was light and someone watching over me protectively? Who? Perhaps the past with its arsenal of lessons…

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