Dream Eleven

My daughter Lea rushed towards me saying that Rama
wanted to see me.
I wove my way through a crowd of passing students. I
seemed to be moving differently than the other students. I
felt like I was going upstream, and they were headed
downstream. I sensed a subtle confusion, like I was going
the wrong way.

To my left, lush greenery decorated the side of a
small hill. Rama stood at the base of the hill, and I
moved towards him. We moved in unison, towards a table.
The scene felt choreographed, as if we were part of a dance
that had direction and purpose. Simultaneously we sat in
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