He bent the moon upside down and sent her a dream. It was up to her to choose its meaning. She was sewing her own wedding gown when the dream reached her and naturally replaced her shoulders. She felt no pain, only remembrance, of something lost many lives ago. Hers would be a dream of love and belonging, sewed onto her wedding gown. She and her dream became one. The dream maker turned the moon back into its place. Tomorrow he’d look for her groom on the field beyond the seven valleys. Today, his own dream was complete.
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