When was the last time you slept? Really slept.

It was three, no…four lifetimes ago.
I was a coppersmith.
And at the end of a long day I lay out under the stars, beside the river and my dearest love cradled my head in her lap.
She ran her fingers against my temples and forehead.
Soft and cool and delicate.
And I slept.
I slept as I have never slept before or since.
I slept full meassure enough to sustain me through five eternities.
When I awoke, she was gone.
And there was a tall tree standing where she had been the night before.
A willow.
It’s delicate branches touching my face like tears.
It remained there by the river, long after I had gone to dust.

If there was a straight answer burried in there somewhere, I sure didn’t see it.

It was a parabel.
The willow is deceptively strong.
It bends, but it does not break.
It’s roots are strong and can withstand the worst storm.
It promises rest and shade and cool breezes to those who would find rest beneath it.
You have become my willow.

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Dieser Text ist ohne Gnade kopiert, und … kommentarlos wahr. Er sagt einfach, und ohne Zweifel genau das aus, was ich ausdrücken möchte. Ich würde gerne behaupten können, dass er mir eingefallen ist, aber das wäre gelogen
Und … *lächel* ich bin mir sicher, dass Dir die Audio-Fassung sehr gefallen würde. Sehr schöner britischer Akzent

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