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...one morning... still dreaming...

..I am not sure if I was awake or if it was still part of my half sleeping imagination, some canope, held up with a simple, crude wooden skelleton, it would yet be some time before I met the princes from Middle Eastern deserts.. Then life changed completely. .. It was all there in the premonitions, if one would only believe in them.

Yes, but for now I couldn't be sure, is that fog, my sleepy eyes... some time fracture, spliced between the then and now and whenever.. The next confrontation would be with the wild monkeys who rule the hills and all the offerings to the local gods. Perhaps we were mistaken, the offerings were not for the gods but the monkeys, were the monkeys the gods.. ? Why was I so sleepy? It is now a blurr, surrounded by fog like an uncertain structure, evidence of the slumber, evidence which some dream civilisation forgot to remove, forgot to take with them.. my sleepy eyes with that soft focused muslin ....