Dream camp

A dream camped outside my stronghold, stoking the fires of my cellar dweller,
and unseen, blew smoke of orange blossoms and cinnamon through the iron bars,
then one day, the creature emerged, blinded by light and fast as a wizard.

The greatest gift someone can give you is the key to your own heart. When you meet someone who unlocks this door, walk through it and don’t look back even if you have to keep walking alone.

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