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Round Pond, Adirondacks, NY. In a dream, what I wanted was on the far side, where a low winter sun did it's best to illuminate the mountain bowl that held the water of Round Pond. Even the brittle ice sheet reflected the illusion that was warmer and brighter than here...sanctuary. I thought, in my sleep, that the thin layer of ice would hold me like a tenuous bridge of hope. Maybe ice is the right symbol for hope. She is a cold mistress who will break or melt beneath your feet, letting you down as she has done so many times before. I didn't know if I could walk over the open water, the holdout of the promise, even in a dream. And yet my heart was willing to believe. In real life I should have known better than to test it, but even in a dream, she let me down.
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