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in my dream I am awake looking upon vast hills of sand as far as the eye can see, its dry and I feel bits of sand particles roughly blowing against my face. Now in my left hand I am holding a most wonderful gem, A flawless green stone in a dull world, perfect in every aspect. I know clearly more then anything else that God has only made one in this lifetime and it is in my hand now. I stare into it as my emotions pour out of my soul, I cant help but notice the powerful will of possessiveness that unconsciously tightens my grip. I love the gem and for those moments its beauty consumes every ounce of my existence.