A jewel of a dream, twinkling like a snowflake just fallen on a fresh winter’s day. A gleam, a wink of an eye, close but a fingertip’s length away. It’s what I want, and I can feel it boiling in my belly, simmering, taste its sweetness upon my breath. In a dark night, it unwraps light, giving sight to black veils and polarizing the world with vibrant blinking strings of pearls. My desire is no match for its beauty, its grace, and by its shimmer I guide my heart to its shore. I am directionless without it. Yet still it smiles, still turns translucent in its shine just beyond my reach, beyond a line paining the horizon. It shines for me, my beacon of dreams.
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