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Last night
I dreamed that you and I
spread our wings
and flew across the expanse
of the night sky.

We washed our bodies
in the Milky Way,
we plucked the stars that littered our path.
And our laughter filled the
echoing vacuum
where time and space
are of no relevance.

When I awoke,
the scent of travel filled the musty
bedroom air.
And a few downy feathers
lay scattered
by my bedside.