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"Back when I lived in the logs and brown grass
Back at the beginning

I found a place on the metal bow of my dad’s boat
A place that held the sun inside of it
even as the night crept in

In that place
I dreamt about the someone
who would first see my budded body
the someone who would carry me

I dreamt about the family I would have
The people I would meet
The love that I would speak
The doors that would open up
I dreamt about the places I would see
and the cities that would swallow me

I promised myself to be untouched
Pure as the moon above

I think maybe
the old world saw me curling there
a tiny girl with a big head full of dreaming
holed up inside her father’s boat

And the old world said
Let’s show this girl a kind of love she’d never think of

And when the darkness finally closed round me
chasing me back to my house
I didn’t know that from that moment on...

Nothing would be the same again
Everything would be new"

(c) Rebecca Clarke 2005