Footprints in the Wind sm # 820

Footprints in the Windsm # 820

What is my dream? What does it smell like? It smells like peanut butter cookies and turkey stuffing. It tastes salty and sweet all at once, like a chocolate kiss baked onto the top of a pretzel. To the touch it feels like the bark of a sycamore tree—rough and smooth and warm and cold all at once. It looks like a cardinal on the wing coming toward you with a snow covered backdrop, and like the mesmerizing flames of a campfire. What does it sound like? Voices all around speaking softly, sobbing, speaking passionately, loudly, justly, unjustly, too much, too little, finally being heard. Up close the whole is a cacophony, closer still a heart beating, further away a single divine human organism with many organs pulling this way and that but all walking toward the same next.

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