I had been very long on the road. As i approached the dark glow from the villages I found myself at the hissing river. It seemed to remind me of - a dream... yes a dream. It was subtle and penetrating and its essence was uneasy. Was this dream real? Did i see it? What did it want? By heaven! This dream must have been real- to inspire such a tremor. The silence drove the dream-sensation further. After all, i was disturbed and the air of mystery would deepen under my feet and without a wink the feeling disapeared. It was a great comfort- yet not knowing- ever know its true essence left me empty and worried. All this energy wasted, on an unknown dream so delicate and so far. There was an old hippo on the bank of the river that had a bad habit of getting in and out of the water and roaming the night grounds. I walked passed the hippo and continued the twisted river along the spoiled path.
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