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a mother's son

I was born into a world little like this one we know. The sky was blue in those days,and the sea;a deep green. Rain fell from the sky,and the earth still gave food in abundance. Many prospered then.Many starved,and yet, some few even acquired wealth. It was within a man's hands to work for his livelyhood,and a woman need not spend all her life in producing offspring,but she,herself,could earn honest wages. It was not a perfect world.Perfection is the ideal,but it was not bad.You see;it was only yesterday;a world apart from today... Perhaps I only dreamed that such a place existed.Or even stranger;dreamed it does exist?... Either way,it was a fine dream,and I can not bear the thought of leaving my slumbers for the harsh reality that is here;so I fold my hands beneath my head,and drift off..... Now yawning,stretching,and,whether through waking eyes,or sleeping still;I am content to revisit yesterday once again...

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