I dreamed I saw a thick book.
A paperback with a white cover.
And then I was a character in this book.
A young man fell amongst the briars,
getting stickers into his leg.
"Come into my space and I will remove them," young Edna told him.
She carefully removed all the stickers.
"She does not admit people easily into her space," her father commented.
"This means she is ready to go with him."
"Wash your feet before you go into the house," Edna's mother told her.
She washed one foot but accidentally upset the bucket of water,
and had to go into the house to wash her other foot.
She was young and full of spirit, independent and headstrong.
Third scene, her family gathered as the dusk fell.
They sat together, and felt the void of Edna's absence.
A heavy sadness hung over the household.
"Why did she leave?" I wanted to know.
"Let me look back to the pages of the book to find out.
And I woke up.
It felt like a past life regression in a dream.
Set in the sixteenth century.
She wore a long garment, reaching to her ankles.
The house, a simple wooden structure, was built on the waters.
It was isolated, with no other buildings around it.
Remote and isolated.
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