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Somewhere in the morning, my discomfort settles, and I dream of temples. There is an entrance flavored for every belief, but I am stopped by the cool air from an ornate Buddhist arch with a small smiling stone statue in an adjacent nave. The arch multiplies infinitely, each entry stacked slightly behind it's brother and through the appearance of eternity I see a welcoming space, far down the tunnel. Though I do not feel prevented from entering, it is not time to do this, only to arise and be at peace, tumbling slowly beyond the door and into


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