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i have a recurring dream, once every few years, different details each time, but the same feeling.
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in the dream i am in a wonderful city. i walk alone, see the streets, the crowds, the edge of buildings against the sky, the glow of the high piled clouds, the sad deep beauty of life.
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then the feeling comes: the overflowing joy of infinite freedom, a glowing life-renewing gratitude.
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in the dream i laugh, or shout, or cry out -- something like "Ça existe! Ça existe toujours!"
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because i am one with the city of life.
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