I set out on my journey alone, left a few relationships behind and made a few new ones. And have been walking a desert since then. At times, the scorching sun balks me down, and just then I encounter an oasis that placates me. Ah, it's been quite a journey, and I haven't had enough of the sand yet. I love the dunes, they make me want to conquer them, run to the their peak. But I can't run on the sand, until I am flat-footed. And there is no peak, for all the dunes are alike. I can't yet settle for which one I want, and as I dawdle around in the mighty desert, I run out of breath, and halt to make a sand castle, and crush it under my feet as I move on, to look for 'my' dune. The sweet smell of a desert rose elates me, so low are my expectations, but I still dream to conquer my dune, to run and reach its top, even though I am not flat-footed, for I am a dreamer.
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