بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ
this dream..
...like fine wine, getting better with age, reaching perfection in time, though not a drop yet tasted,..or like a gown made of lace, slowly unraveled, until it falls to the floor in grace, to show what's behind, the fullest of shapes,..or like a gourmet and its marinade, laid out full course, with all kinds of spice and sauce, sweets and pastries puffed, lining to the brim plates and things with cups, this the start of His gifts, of surfaces silky smooth, simply waiting for the touch.
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