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The pillow resembles an open book
Its leaves shall shadow my dreams
As tree-leaf dapples sunlight.
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The night and day
Shall entwine in these pages
As vine creeps around trunk.
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The body of my bed
Is a casket poised to shut
Pod-like I shall journey
To the stars and beyond
In my wooden vessel.
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The Silent Eye 
Love this!
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Absolutely beautiful, Steve… I could sit there a while for sure…
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Stuart, actually, and I was thinking, rather of lying… 😉
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Sorry about that, Stuart. Where was my mind? Don’t answer that!
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No worries… 😉
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Not unlike the tree or book of life then .
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Not unlike… 😉
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🙂
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Beautiful, Stuart
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😉
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Love the idea of this, kinda like having the kind of fun you can only have when encased in sheets and blankets! I get some of my best story ideas from dreams when I can quickly write them down in the morning.
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