A landscape of dreams
Fraught with possibility
The otherworld calls
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Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
Beautiful… ❤
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Thanks, Bette ❤
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A beautiful poem Sue.
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Thanks, Sadje.
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You’re welcome my friend
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I like that phrase: “The otherworld calls.” It has so much hidden to be revealed.
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We will always need mystery.
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I find it just a tad un-nerving though to dream of folks who aren’t living anymore.
I think I read somewhere that, that only means one has unresolved issues with them.
Most of my dreams I can relate to things of other days that my subconscious mind saved.
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I suppose that depends on what one believes about survival after death.
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There are many beliefs. Some even claim that survival after death is just exactly what you believe it or want it to be. While others say once you are gone… that’s it.
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