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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