| He told me of a dream. He was swimming, escaping from something dark that was on an island that he had lived on for many years. The water he swam in became muddier and oilier in the moonlit night. But despite the difficulties, he was beginning to feel an enjoyment at the movement of his body in the oily water. He felt a kind of freedom that comes from escape and he knew that he had gotten away... | |||
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