in my dream the other night, i was reaching the crest of a hill, and i could see a bird circling, circling high, and i kept staring at it, trying to make it out. when it finally came to me, it was an eagle. i remember an old eagle dream i had once, why it never left me, i do not know. the people in the dream really mattered to me.
and this time, no different.
the eagle is a harbinger of good. a helper. a guardian.
how i've needed those. lost in the wood i've been for a couple years now. perhaps the thicket ends at a clearing with a crystal pool and a waterfall. yes, there must be a waterfall.
and my swans.
i do believe in dreams still.
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