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Our energies together are strange and powerful. We meet in the den, castle and grounds provided by intergalactic finance council. The room alights with your golden aura.
“Let’s go riding.”
“Good idea.”
We take a stroll in the garden, fresh lilies, koi ponds, and rock formations.
The horses are kept aside a copse of old oaks.
We walk through the dogwoods and crape myrtle, lush expanse of buffalo grass and st. augustine.
The crisp autumn air excites our senses, the ringing of church bells far in the distance, the smell of sage from a burning fire.
It’s alarming the way we float down the path. Is this a dream?
We arrive at the horse barns. We brush, comb, and saddle the horses. After slowly walking them out of the paddock, they eagerly move into a rhythmical canter, heading for our favorite spot along the foothills.
The sky is a deep turquoise. The sun is a pulsating orb. The horses are in full gallop.
All of a sudden, a white puma appears on the lawn. Great big puma feet, whiskers twitching as it speaks.
We pull up the horses and come to a stop. Your cheeks flush red from the exhilarating ride, your hair braid a fantastic tangle of cream colored silk.
We smile at each other.
The puma announces to the gathered rabbits and does, “It’s providence.”
Transported by the words of the puma to a magical land of milk and honey, fauns and nymphs, venus and mars.
We live a lifetime, hand in hand, one memory to the next. Beach front Pacific lot, lighted sea deck, gaslit warmers, unlimited horizon to horizon view of the setting sun and crashing waves.
Report From Iron Mountain – Intergalactic Finance Minister