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The Garden Door

More than once, this dream.
I am standing at the threshold of a garden.
Blooms and limbs beckon to me.
Light emanating from every fiber.
Heart yearning, I step forward,
but walls intercede, the vision recedes,
A woman steps forward and shuts the door.



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