Barbara R Maxwell

In my dreams I see a different time

A time of freedom

A time of no isolation

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You are standing on a beach

The sand is warm and soft to the touch

The sun is out and the sky is a clear brilliant blue

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You are standing on a beach

The sand is warm and soft to the touch

The sun is out and the sky is a clear brilliant blue

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It’s a gray, foggy Sherlock Holmes looking morning outside

The sky is painted in dark muted colors

It resembles a black and white photo

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You walk through the entrance of a cave. At the end of the darkness is a small pool of water.

The water is warm, but not too warm, the temperature is perfect.

It’s is a beautiful deep turquoise col

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Waking up

Early morning rituals

Watching the sunrise

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You walk through the entrance of a cave. At the end of the darkness is a small pool of water.

The water is warm, but not too warm, the temperature is perfect.

It’s is a beautiful deep turquoise col

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They walk among us

They have always been here

They are the ancient ones

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It was a crisp winters day

In the middle of the season

The sun was bright blue with a dotting of a few white clouds

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She writes

Poetry and prose

Images come

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