To where did the clouds blow?

 
This happened,
or maybe it did not,
the time is long past
and much is forgot.
 
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This story was – or maybe it was not – indited by a tiny ant. The tiniest ant that ever lived in the history of the whole Universe. A microscopic ant who had no name. She lived alone, one thousand and one light years away, on the tiniest star of the Universe. Everyone knows the tiniest stars are the ones that live the longest. In a language of her own, from her six minuscule feet, dancing in ink, the tiny ant composed free verse poetry, in a mysterious alphabet that would only be deciphered in dreams.
 
This story was – or maybe it was not – carefully recomposed, piece by piece, night after night, dreams after dreams. Everyone knows that dreams come from the child within. This story shares the poetic beauty of the tiny ant’s galactic journey in the hope that the dreamless ones, on hearing these translated words, might fully open their eyes, ears and hearts and – if they were indeed lucky enough – free the inner child locked within the depth of their inner shadows.
 
This story was – or maybe it was not – written in the stars. It is the story of Pepe, Ari and Umā. Like the universe, their story began in the dark. Pepe, Ari and Umā were – each in their own ways – creatures of the night. And everyone knows that creatures of the night are magic.
 
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