You were just a dream. A dream that kept calling my spirit to return if only for a brief moment. I finally accepted, ventured into your embrace looking for a connection, for answers, for closure, for belonging. What I arrived to left me longing for more. My eyes barely closed and you crept in. My Minnesota snowflakes bonded with your mountainous, damp air forever changing my spirit’s landscape. My colorful Minnesota autumn dissolved into your green bamboo as your cool breeze whispered to me. My Minnesota winter melted into Sonla Lake as I gazed in amazement at your beauty. You were just a dream. Made from war-torn salty tears, bamboo sticky rice, the bitter sadness of flight and hopeful smiles of unification that convoluted my tongue as I clumsily tried to utter your words, my words – Tai Dam, TaiDam, Tai-Dam.
You were just a dream. I close my eyes. My spirit is wandering to you
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