The healer I had seen before in my dream was sitting on a rocking chair in the middle of the patio. Whether we have fifty or a hundred more years in terms of time, as a planet, is immaterial. Shaking her head in disbelief, she turned the knapsack inside out. Their curious, anticipating faces put me at ease. They kissed differently: Each time they put their mouth against my cheek and neck, they vibrated their lips while sonorously ejecting air.
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