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How Do the Blind Discern What Their Dreaming

Before I was blind there were dreams. But seeing my dreams before I could see, depended on how much you could really see. Blind before birth, and what you have asked of me. Having my, our, hearing dreams- your perception is sound, sound that is seen, left more unsaid about me. I still see to see in my dreams as one, where I'm still left alive. What they must contain, the colors within. And sound, I can feel love's taste and touch. To remember one dream, that one special dream, I still dream. Thus when awake I can see her best when my wife I then first met. And how in my dreams, she will forever look to me.

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