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The moon like a yellow lantern; a dark blue sky; thereâs fairytale enchantment on the windâŠ
I am sitting alone in my parentsâ backyard under a great oak. Their house is covered in ivy. There is a curious object in my lap, rather like a tangle of grey, dry vines or roots. I know I am supposed to DO something with it, but I donât know what or how. I believe I should be making a dollâs dress out of it â but itâs still just a tangle of tree-stuff.
I look across the lawn to the neighboursâ house. Their garden is a wilderness of weeds and fern, the veranda almost hidden. Three sisters live there, called ZoĂ«, Josephine, and Ronja. ZoĂ«, the oldest and absent from this dream, must be in her 20s. Josephine is the youngest, and Ronja, well, somewhere in between. They know nothing of the outside world. All they know is each other, and together they are timeless.
I see Josephine first. She is sitting in an apple tree wearing a ragged, off-white, at once plain and playful long dress. Sheâs got the tree-tangle object now and is gently, magically shaping it with her hands in a strange smiling half-sleep.
Then Iâm walking down the road with Ronja, the âmiddleâ sister. She tells me Josephine can see into the heart of things: she knows what things are and can thus shape them. As we talk, I see a flower by the roadside which has full red lips instead of petals. Ronja proceeds to tell me very few people have this ability. I must have it too â sometimes, to some extent â or I could not have seen this flower for what it was.
We turn left into a side road. A good friend of mine is lying there on his back, watching the stars. He seems to be at peace. We smile at each other. Then Ronja and I start running, inhaling the black night air⊠it seems like a solid in a way. We jump, higher and ever higher, trying to leap off this world. But we canât quite get off the ground.