I have always dreamed true dreams. when i was four years old i dreamed of the swamps of florida. i was the Maiden, running across the everglades, protecting the ecology of the swamps. i would run from one end of the state to the other, and i remember the feel of the moss and sludge beneath my feet, the smell of the salt sea air when i reached the ocean, and the cool wet palm leaves brushing my shoulders as i swept past. I was borna nd raised in central texas, where rain is a blessing and mesquite scrub is a way of life. How could I know the verdant moisture of the florida swamps at such an age, if the dream were not true?
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