Unfinished tree house sits molding as it rains. Staring up at it wishing it was a place to play. As it falls down on to the ground nothing remains. But the memory of us climbing it back in the day. Once I fell off and blacked out for awhile. Awoke to my sister staring down at me. Asked me if falling from the tree was worthwhile. Falling was my fear, my fear was no longer. Went back to the tree house the next day. Sat underneath the branches and read for hours. Instead I went to look for fresh flowers.

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All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. Sometimes when I think about it, I still feel amazed.