To ride the surf among bowheads and hunters: will my reoccurring dream come true? Momma, where will your babies go?

I have written at least twice before about a certain reccuring dream that has come to me many times over the past many years. The particulars vary from dream to dream, but always contain certain

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Wind stops, rain ceases, clouds diminish, sun shines on yellowing leaves, airplane flies: Shadow Me comes walking with me

I did not walk alone. Shadow Me walked

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