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| 66 Keep I kept dreaming and finally sat up in bed, the morning smelling like a stone lion, its silence intact, my breathing coming back as I blinked and realized I was no longer afraid, though the body lying on the beach had tail feathers and the head of an ancient priest who told me the teacher who dreams is the sleeper left behind by the dream. ...

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