In a dream Cassie felt herself to be standing on a rocky platform. She could feel the dense hardness of it beneath her feet but when she looked down it seemed to her that the rock was made of light. Two nearby rocks appeared to be part of the same platform but a deep, dark fissure separated each section of rock from the other. The rock, Cassie’s dream self knew, was a sacred site – maybe some ancient Aboriginal place out in the Western Desert or maybe some place closer to home that had lost its story with the white settlement of Australia.
The sound of the place resonated through her but although she felt the name intensely she could not form the words for it. As she puzzled over that she became aware that figures stood on the other two rocks. Turning to one she saw it was Keo, the man she had loved with a passion when she was younger. With irrefutable dream logic she knew that if Keo was there Mic had to be there too. Sure enough, when she turned her head she saw him looking at her reproachfully.
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