I can carry the tent comfortably and the staff is never out of my hands.
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Peter’s
Kislev 6
Last night I dreamed I was a tree—a cedar tree.
“Don’t cut me down,” I begged. “I am shade...I am the home of birds.”
I sat underneath the tree and fell asleep. I slept inside a dream.
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Peter’s Home
Kislev 10