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A dream: the blue lights
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In my dream last night I was alone with my grandmother and her sister, living in a big old stone house.
It was dusk, and I peered sideways out a high window. I saw two trees, ancient and bare. They were like straight black sticks rising high into the sky, branching only at the very tops, and sparsely. Each tree branched into three boughs, and cradled on each bough was a blue light, like a candle burning blue flame had been mounted there, except it wasn't a candle because it burned infinitely, and it wasn't electric because there were no bulbs and no cords, high up in the sky. There was nothing but blue lights on black branches against a greying sky. It was stunning.
I showed my grandmother, and we watched the old dead branches sway in the wind, the blue lights unwavering. "Maybe ghosts put it there for us to look at, to make amends for how terrible the world is," I said. "Maybe so," said my grandmother.
It was a beautiful dream, but kind of sad.
