I’m at point A.
I see point B in all its beauty.
Shining and whole.
The one thing I need is the map, lost long ago.
Standing here on this hill.
I see the valley below.
It’s covered in a dense fog.
I glimpse one faint light swaying at the bottom of my vantage point.
My destination: the end of the valley.
It peeks out from under the clouds.
So far away.
But so visible.
A dollhouse in a store window.
The want. The need.
But with no way to reach it. No way to take it home.
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i might revise, out in more detail, if you have any suggestions, tell me, can't promise i will use them though.
I plan to revise, what do you think?
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you any closer.. ?
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