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a Woman, and a Man, sitting by The Light of an August Moon, that floats like a forgotten Dream under a star-lit Sky above How Long Bay, staring out upon a quiet Harbor, and Far beyond, to All the lonely Distances lying there between Them, that seem to end only at the Horizons of Their disContent, slowly extend a Hand toward each Other, and smile, and then promise, to remember to forget The Days gone by, and begin to talk, of All The Deis, to come . . .
form The Voyage of Kings – A StoryTeller’s Dream, Dream III – The Sixth DoveTale – The Trials of Ecstasy
