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Beloved Jhayne,
Once upon a yesterday, when strangers
woke in familiar places and other woke
in familiar faces, a young woman walked
through the forest searching for a flower
for her hair. Now, any child knows that
more flowers are found in fields than
forests, but this young woman was vain
and wanted a flower one had seen before.
After much wandering she found a tree with
golden leaves and blossoms that glittered
like gems. When she plucked a flower, the
golden leaves cut her hands and stained
it red with blood. The young woman ran
from the forest, and though her hands still bled
when she arrived home, her mother only said,
“What a pretty red flower in your hair.” The
flower never fell or faded,
and few noticed that
her fingernails were
golden and her
tears glittered
like gems.
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Sweet Jhayne,
Once upon a yesterday, when the stars
still sang and the sea still listened, the
man in the moon came down to visit to you in
a dream. He said, “Over the rainbow is
over-rated, you know. I don’t belong in
a place where blue birds sing, nor
little girls from Kansas neither.” “I like to
sing,” you replied. “You’re not from Kansas,
now, are you?” said he. “And you know
better than to stop believing in fairy tales.”
“Sometimes I wonder,” you said, but for now
you’d believe in dreams, and the man in the
moon. It’s rude not to believe in someone as
he sits at the foot of your bed. “I have to
wake up,” you said, so you may not have
heard him say, “When the end comes, I’ll be back. We’ll go
under the rainbow,
you and I – see
how far it
takes us.”
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Precious Jhayne,
Once upon a yesterday, when certain girls
cried diamonds and certain trees grew
gold, a woman lived in a hour on a hill
from which she could almost see the
ocean, but not quite. Every night the
stars would singer her to sleep and she
would dream of a prince who would show
her the sea. Every morning she awoke to
the smell of salt. Once day a handsome
man passed by her house on the hill,
and she asked him “Are you my prince?”
The prince looked at her and said, “I
would not want an ugly woman.” The ugly
woman watched as he walked away. That
night, when the stars began to sing, she said,
“I do not want to dream anymore.” The stars,
silenced. Now the ugly
woman does not sleep
but looks to where
she can almost
see the ocean,
but not quite.
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